And because Rong Xingyu was always more sensitive to pain than others, even a small pull of his arm made his whole body ache.
He felt like a truck had run over him.
His eyes instantly filled with tears.
Ding Yixin had been sitting beside the bed for who knew how long.
Seeing this, he immediately leaned forward and wrapped Rong Xingyu's trembling body in his arms.
He helped Rong Xingyu sit up.
Once he sat up, Rong Xingyu's gaze was suddenly pulled toward a spot on the carpet not far away a bright piece of red.
The red dress could barely be recognized now.
This dress or it was better to call it a pile of red cloth now, made it obvious what had happened in this room last night.
And the air still seemed to hold a faint, unspoken scent.
Rong Xingyu wanted to hide in Ding Yixin's arms out of pure embarrassment, but the soreness in his body made him freeze in pain.
Seeing his pale face, Ding Yixin lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead with obvious concern.
