097: Nighttime pillow talk, Changling's bad girl disguise (First update)
The painting was ultimately left unfinished.
When calm returned,
Xie Shang opened his eyes, gazing towards the slightly ajar window outside, his body still not fully recovered, his back drenched with sweat, his brain still lacking oxygen; he emptied himself.
Xie Shang, oh Xie Shang, you're truly despicable.
Before Wen Changling, he had never loved someone like this, from repressed, to conceding, to indulging. He had untied all restraints, but now he found he couldn't control these unfamiliar emotions. His own body was beyond his control; he began to endlessly loathe himself.
He wanted to hear Wen Changling's voice.
On the desk lay only Xuan paper. He pulled out many sheets, wiping his hands over and over again, until the palms heated up before he finally stopped. With fingers that had been wiped clean, he dialed a series of numbers he knew by heart.
The ringtone sounded only twice before Wen Changling answered.