Chelsea's breathing was wild, uncontrolled, and her eyes were glassy with disbelief as she slowly lifted her head to stare at Ross.
Chelsea looked at him, dumbfounded—speechless at what had just happened to her without him even lifting a finger.
"Haah… haah…" Chelsea's breath came out in uneven bursts as she tried to steady herself, but her arms were trembling too much to support her weight.
She ended up rolling to the side, sprawling on the bed with her chest rising and falling like she had just run a marathon.
A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, making her look even more flustered and disoriented.
Lea stared at her sister, stunned all over again.
"Chelsea… you too?"
Chelsea didn't answer immediately.
She blinked several times as though trying to reboot her brain, then slowly turned her head toward Lea.
Her mouth opened, closed, opened again—nothing came out.
She finally forced out a hoarse whisper.
"What… what was that? What was that?"
