Lu Xi'an wasn't sure when he and Yao Wei fell asleep, but they cuddled intimately for a long time.
Given their physical condition, no matter how long it took, they wouldn't feel tired. The rapidness of their breath was merely due to emotional and hormonal shifts, unrelated to anything else.
This monotonous and repetitive action, for some reason, was so addictive that it seemed as if they wouldn't tire of it all night.
He felt this way, and so did Yao Wei.
But the next day when he woke up and reminisced about the night before, he couldn't help but lean over to kiss Yao Wei. However, Yao Wei slightly tilted her head back, avoiding him.
"Last night is already over."
As Yao Wei spoke, her eyelashes and eyes trembled slightly, which showed that her emotions hadn't calmed down. Yet, her resistance against losing control made her retreat involuntarily.
"Just once."
