Don't Move, I'll Do It

"Serena, how are you?"

Ya Quan was so worried that he wanted to get up.

"I'm fine."

Serena forcefully pushed him back, not letting him get up and continuing to kiss him.

When his lips softened and he smelled her approaching him again, Ya Quan sighed silently in his heart.

He really lost to her.

He was already injured, yet he was still so restless.

"Don't move, I'll do it."

After hearing Serena's muffled groan, Ya Quan pushed her away and gently pressed her under his body.

"I want to hug you."

Serena, who was lying on the hospital bed, stretched out her hand and wrapped it around Ya Quan.

In the ward that blended in with the night, there were a few moans and low panting.

"Don't move. The wound will hurt again later."

Ya Quan's suppressed voice sounded in the quiet night.

"My legs didn't move…"

There was a trace of grievance in Serena's voice. After that, she let out a muffled groan that seemed to be both happy and painful.