The chamber was silent and serene.
In one corner of the chamber, a soft velvet carpet was laid out, and a man lay on his side upon it, an arm slung across his waist, embraced from behind.
The man whose eyes had been tightly closed suddenly awoke with a start and sat up.
He gasped for air, heart pounding with residual terror from the nightmare.
"What's wrong?"
Chuzheng followed him up, reaching out to touch his forehead.
Xie Shu pulled her hand down, kissed it, and then suddenly turned around, pressing Chuzheng onto the soft velvet carpet.
His kisses were anxious and unsettled, like a homeless little animal desperately seeking a safe haven.
Chuzheng just held him, without any surplus actions.
But Xie Shu was clearly not satisfied with just that.
Chuzheng looked at him with cold eyes for a moment, then suddenly pushed him to the side, and their positions abruptly reversed.