Xu Chaomu wrapped her arms around Shen Chi's neck, her fluffy little head rubbing against the nape of his neck.
"Bastard, you're so cool. I'm so hot, let me hug you..."
Xu Chaomu was groggy, her words a stream of indistinct syllables, but she knew that she just wanted to be close to him.
Her small hand climbed up to his neck, and the herbal fragrance emanating from him was so soothing, unchanged over the past eight years, and only when he was by her side did she feel immense comfort.
Even though this comfort was about to no longer be hers...
She really couldn't bear to let go, she just couldn't...
Just as Shen Chi was about to push her away, she clung to his neck and mumbled, "Bastard... give it to me, will you... I'm so hot, uncomfortable..."
It was as if there were thousands and thousands of ants crawling under her skin, the thirst inside growing more and more intense.
Her right hand, holding his neck tightly, began clumsily to undo the top button of his collar.