He knew that girl could eat and sleep, and wouldn't wake up anytime soon.
So he took her hand.
And placed it on his... there!
Thirty minutes passed...
An hour passed...
His hand still enveloping hers, he continued to charge into the fray.
In the quiet inner chamber, behind the red gauze curtains.
The middle of the quilt bulged, moving up and down, occasionally changing positions.
The entire quilt, the whole bed, shook and trembled.
In the middle of the night, it was rather cool!
Xia Ruqing dreamt she was climbing a mountain.
Her hand kept grappling and grasping, why hadn't she reached the summit yet!
Muttering and fidgeting, she tossed and turned, unable to get a good rest!
She didn't know how much time had passed, but the sky was nearly light.
Zhao Junyao finally stopped.
He took a long, deep breath.
At last, he was released, his body covered in sweat, the bedclothes completely soaked.
