"Looks like we really need a shower now."
At eleven o'clock, Li Peifeng stroked He Yimeng's messy white hair and her sticky back from sweat, affirming, "You need to wash, too, and scrub off the grime properly. How many days has it been since you last showered? I just rubbed you and my nails turned black..."
"Shut up."
He Yimeng lay motionless on the bed. If it weren't for her feeble hum, one might think she had fainted.
"Turn over... lie flat. Rest for a while and then we'll shower together."
Li Peifeng applied slight force with both hands, turning the incapacitated He Yimeng over. Then, he embraced her like a silicone doll, placing his thigh over her, eliciting a muffled grunt from He Yimeng, clearly struggling with his weight.
"Did I hurt you?"
"It's fine, just let it be."
