It was nothing at first, but as soon as this thought flashed, I couldn't control myself from associating Khang's image with childbirth.
The corner of my mouth twitched; I really couldn't stand my own imagination.
A rainy night, the weather was cool, making it easier to sleep. I hugged Khang from behind, patting him gently. Soon, drowsiness washed over me, and I drifted vaguely into a dream.
In my drowsiness, it seemed someone was pushing me.
I was drowsy and exhausted, rolling over to ignore the person shaking me. Unexpectedly, that person became even more excessive, starting to shove my shoulder forcefully.
Anger flared up. I shot upright, pinning the person pushing me underneath.
"What are you doing?" The resentful voice sounded very unhappy.
Hearing the voice, I sobered up, seeing Khang looking at me angrily, his pale face flushed light pink from holding his breath.
I loosened my grip, got up, and knelt between his legs, smiling apologetically.
