In the early morning, Li Qiyu felt as if she were being crushed by a stone, struggling more and more for breath, until she opened her eyes to find that it was Bo Yeyuan's arm over her. She had curled up in his embrace last night, and unknowingly fallen asleep, both of them on the sofa.
The sofa was cramped, and with Bo Yeyuan's large frame, to let her sleep, he lay on his side, perched at the edge of the sofa.
He would never admit that he fell off many times last night, waking each time from the fall and silently climbing back...
Li Qiyu shifted her body slightly, getting up to relieve her aching bones. Bo Yeyuan suddenly woke up, his crimson eyes opening, bloodshot from weariness.
With a press of his large hand, he pulled her back into his embrace...
Li Qiyu felt his forehead, still hot, but not as burning as last night. She remembered she wanted to get him medicine, but he wouldn't let her, his hand pressing tightly against her.
