Zhou Mochen grabbed her wrist, struggling for a moment. In the end, he was utterly helpless against her. He clasped her waist and rolled over, switching their positions.
As he patted her back, he couldn't help but sigh. "Susu, why are you so delicate..."
"..." Xu Su didn't have the energy to pay him any mind.
Once she'd recovered a bit of strength, she prepared to get off him. But just as she sat up, he grabbed her waist again, refusing to let her go.
He chuckled. "Do you think it's polite to just leave now?"
.....
When they finished, Zhou Mochen wasn't the least bit tired.
He brought her water, massaged her lower back, and held her close, gently asking if she was hungry or wanted something to eat.
"..." Xu Su had no desire to acknowledge him.
She pulled the covers around herself and lay on her side for a moment, mustering her strength before speaking. "I want to go back. I don't want to spend the night here."
