Jiang Lai felt for the first time that she was so close to death.
In reality, even when she lay as a vegetative patient on a hospital bed, she didn't feel like this. Today, lying on Tie Yi's bed, she was seriously contemplating her funeral arrangements.
Until dawn, Tie Yi still wasn't satisfied, but considering Jiang Lai's fragile life, he could only hold her in his arms and fall asleep with restraint.
His back was covered with blood marks, yet Tie Yi didn't find it painful. On the contrary, seeing the clear nail and teeth marks on his arm, the man gently touched them. Immediately, looking at the woman in his arms, the fire in his heart ignited again with the wind.
"I can't take it anymore..."
"No, I need to sleep."
"Tie Yi... get off..."
Even in her dreams, Jiang Lai could feel that suffocating sensation overwhelming her.
Her heart truly enjoyed it, but her arms and legs seemed to have a mind of their own, wanting to run away from home.
