"Darling, it hurts... I can't move!" Chu Yan was on the verge of tears, her voice full of grievance. She had just wanted to go downstairs and make breakfast with Zhou Fan on what she considered the first day of them truly being together, but the pain was so sharp she almost cried out.
As the morning sun bathed the earth, its light filtering through the window and spilling onto the bed, Chu Yan pouted, her beautiful eyes filled with a mix of shyness, playful indignation, and happiness.
"Where does it hurt? Let me rub it better for you!" Zhou Fan asked, not catching on right away, his concern purely instinctual.
"You jerk! You big jerk! Where do you *think* it hurts? It's all your fault, you were so rough with me last night!" Chu Yan indignantly grabbed a pillow and smacked Zhou Fan with it. Then, she spread her arms and pouted. "Carry me to the bathroom!"
