On the cloud-soft bed, Chen Yuan sat numbly at the foot, drenched in sweat as if he'd just been fished out of a bucket. The back of his pure white shirt was soaked through.
Jiang Yao's head was completely off the pillow. She panted, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her beautiful hair was a mess, splayed out in every direction, and her delicate, pink neck was also slick with sweat.
Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was incredibly awkward and strange.
Only the soft pitter-patter of the endless rain outside the window, along with the rise and fall of their chests as they breathed, gave any indication that they were alive, and not just part of a still image.
Jiang Yao… had taken things too far.
Over the past ten-odd minutes, she hadn't realized just how dangerous teasing her boyfriend could be. She made all sorts of inappropriate moves, one moment feigning cute innocence, the next using teasing words filled with Charm.
