Shi Yang gently held Zhao Meimei's head and kissed her forehead affectionately: "Feeling comfortable?"
"Comfortable." Zhao Meimei hummed through her nose, with tears still glistening at the corners of her eyes from excitement: "Ah, I'm almost melted by you."
Shi Yang chuckled and pulled her into his arms; both of them were drenched in sweat and felt utterly satisfied.
Zhao Meimei rolled in Shi Yang's embrace, kissing and playfully wrestling for a while before exhausting her energy. The warm sunlight streamed through the window onto the bed, making her feel drowsy.
Zhao Meimei closed her eyes and mumbled: "Brother, I'm tired, will you hold me while I sleep?"
Shi Yang's wet black hair clung to his forehead, his smile radiant with satisfaction: "Alright, I'll toss a towel first to wipe down."
