Compared to the clamor of a hospital, Jiang Xingye’s home was certainly much quieter and safer, though they still had to be wary of anyone coming to look for him.
The two did not turn on the lights; Jiang Xingye wanted to create the illusion that he wasn’t home, while Xu Qinghuan simply felt too embarrassed.
Her long hair was splayed out, covering Jiang Xingye’s pillow. A piece of the quilt rested across her chest, and her legs were pulled taut, her arches high and strained. She bit her lip hard, yet she still could not keep small sounds from spilling out.
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