Sweating was very successful, and her fever had subsided.
Zuo Xingyun had to work tomorrow, urging her to sleep.
She leaned against him shyly, her slender fingers drawing circles on his chest, "I can't sleep... I want more..."
Zuo Xingyun thought he had heard wrong. He was restraining himself with all his might, and she wasn't satisfied yet?
He lifted her chin with a mock-smile, a dangerous little flame rising in his eyes, "Are you serious?"
Xiang Wan nodded with a flushed face. Today's experience was different from the unbearable, life-and-death sensation of the past. It was intoxicating and endlessly memorable.
Seeing as she was so proactive, Zuo Xingyun naturally obliged her, taking her two more times before calling it quits.
After such a commotion, when Xiang Wan woke up the next day, her symptoms had improved a lot.
Her throat hadn't fully recovered, but her voice was discernible, no longer just a hoarse croak, and her fever was gone.