Sheng Tang lay on the edge of Gu Shiting's bed, looking at him with a smile in her eyes.
It seemed as if his persistence for twelve minutes was an extraordinary achievement.
Any man who was so mesmerized by the girl he loved would feel deeply satisfied, and Gu Shiting was no exception.
"Tangtang," he called her softly, as if in a dream.
Sheng Tang held his hand, "I'm here."
"Come up here," he said.
Sheng Tang hesitated for a moment, then took off her shoes and lay down beside him.
His hands were weak, nearly drained of his spirit, and he held her waist softly, trying to draw her closer.
Understanding his intention, Sheng Tang moved a bit closer to him.
He inhaled the faint fragrance of her hair, the pleasant scent left by her shampoo.
Gu Shiting didn't want to move at all and fell into a deep sleep.
Sheng Tang dared not move either. Seeing his even breathing, she too felt tired, and fell asleep alongside him.
