An hour later, Liu Xiaowen lay on the bed, her hand gently placed on Xiaobao's chest, watching Li Xiaobao sleep with a blissful expression on her face.
Li Xiaobao wasn't asleep; the passion earlier had been uncontrollable, and now that it happened, he wouldn't regret it.
He opened his eyes, slightly lowered his head, and looked at Liu Xiaowen leaning on his chest, gently stroking her smooth back, and sighed, "Xiao Wen..."
He had just called out two words and was promptly silenced by Liu Xiaowen's finger on his lips. Liu Xiaowen said earnestly, "Let me listen to your heartbeat a little longer, okay?"
Liu Xiaowen listened for a while, and then, emboldened, climbed fully onto Xiaobao, her face red as a ripe apple.
"What are you thinking about now?"
Unable to resist, Li Xiaobao's hand slowly slid down Liu Xiaowen's back.
Liu Xiaowen tilted her little head on Xiaobao's chest and whispered, "Don't speak, let me talk."
