After a long time, someone supported their aching back, complaining endlessly, "You, you, you..."
Too frustrated to even speak.
The man wasn't upset either; he grabbed a towel to dry her off, then bent down to pick her up and carried her swiftly to the bed. He gently placed her on the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover her.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving Jingxi a little sister."
...
Early the next morning, Ye Xinluo opened her eyes only to see the man beside her with a mischievous grin. She glared at him annoyed.
Turning over, she tried to get out of bed, but as soon as she moved, it felt like her body was falling apart; in an instant, her face scrunched up.
"What's wrong?" someone asked, pretending not to know.
This time, Ye Xinluo didn't even want to give him a glance, lying in bed pretending to be dead.
She couldn't help but think, damn, the difference in stamina is so huge... He seems completely fine, while I... sigh...
