The two of them stayed like that, saying nothing more, quietly holding each other as they fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day.
Both of them caught a cold.
Mei sat in the office, tissues spread out on her desk.
She kept sneezing, sniffling, going through tissue after tissue.
She couldn't take it anymore.
What kind of stupid couple was this.
If they weren't kissing on the floor they were kissing in the rain, could they not be normal for once?
Like other couples, just holding hands, sitting on the couch and sharing a light kiss.
She and that idiot rolled around every day, and she herself was already weak, nowhere near as sturdy as Otis the ox.
Mei suddenly felt a bit worried.
He was so strong, would she later…
…end up unable to get out of bed, unable to walk, like in those novels.
But reality probably wasn't like that, right?
Damn it, she was overthinking too much…
Great, she was thinking about these things in broad daylight!
Mei's face slowly turned red.
