It seemed like a long time had passed, yet also like just a moment.
The man lying on the couch slowly quieted down, though his face remained pale, and the occasional trembling of his body suggested that perhaps his insides were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.
Gu Shengyin let out a breath of relief; no matter what, after enduring that initial bout of pain, the following period would be much better.
She wanted to pull her hand out and stand up, but found that the man was gripping her hand tightly, not relaxing at all.
To pull her hand out, she had to use force.
But looking at the man in such a rare vulnerable state, Gu Shengyin couldn't bring herself to be ruthless.
She just sat on the chair by the couch, quietly watching the man.
...
Qi Chengxuan slept soundly.
He still remembered the pain at the beginning, like being scraped to the bone, yet after it passed, his whole body felt like soaked in a warm pool, comfortable and soothing, irresistible to indulge in.
