The speed they were slipping at was very quick. Nan Zhi's head was pressed tightly against the man's muscular chest and the two of them fell on a slab of hard rock after a period that seemed both long and short, flashed by in a heartbeat.
Nan Zhi lay on the man's hard chest. His shirt was completely soaked and she could feel his warm skin and firm muscles under the thin layer of wet fabric.
As her ears were held in place, his heartbeat was a little quick and she could feel the rapid, yet steady thump. He did not speak for a very long time as he lay on the floor.
He was probably exhausted, with his energy depleted…
Nan Zhi was afraid that she was too heavy for him, and got off him in a hurry. However, before she could move away completely, the arm held around her slender waist tightened.
Once again, a domineering tug pulled her firmly into the man's embrace.
"What are you doing?"
