With no further action taken, Qiao Zhen's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and she closed her eyes to observe her surroundings.
If it weren't for the soft breathing sounds, the outside world would seem to have stood still, as if time had frozen.
I wonder if Lu Zheng was really sleeping or just pretending?
While Qiao Zhen was guessing and speculating, Lu Zheng wasn't feeling too good.
When he smelled the delicate fragrance that belonged only to this woman, his throat became even drier, and every ounce of blood in his body was clamoring for her to be a part of his very being.
A sliver of reason stubbornly resisted.
Her back hurts, she can't.
He had originally decided to possess this woman again and again to mend his broken heart, but when the time came, he suddenly felt sorry for her.
Lu Zheng stared at the pale ceiling, his eyes filled with self-mockery and helplessness.
Qiao Zhen had taken a nap half a day ago, but now, coupled with her nervousness, she was wide awake.
She silently counted sheep to help herself fall asleep, and suddenly found that her lower back felt much more relaxed and comfortable after lying flat.
So, Lu Zheng's little fuss was just to make her feel more comfortable lying flat?
Qiao Zhen only dared to open her eyes a crack, stealthily glancing at Lu Zheng.
The man had his eyes closed, and the dim light from the bedside lamp cast a faint glow on his high, straight nose, making him look as beautiful as a sculpture by a top master.
Qiao Zhen quickly closed her eyes, afraid that Lu Zheng would notice, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
After a while, I gradually calmed down, and then I felt sleepy.
Wednesday arrived in the blink of an eye. It was supposed to be the time for Qiao Zhen to return to the city, but she told Lu Zheng that she had taken annual leave and wanted to rest for a few more days.
It wasn't that I forgot; it was intentional.
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