Hexin went completely limp against him. Amid her drunken stupor, she thought she saw Long Yin nibbling her neck.
She wanted to ignore the tickling feeling, but he was always able to track her with formidable precision.
Exhausted, she gave up dodging and let him have his way with her.
A sheen of sweat coated Long Yin's forehead. Looking at the sleeping girl in his arms, he smiled ruefully.
In the end, he moved her fallen clothes back in place, gathered her into his arms, and laid her in bed.
Lying next to her, his head propped up with one hand, he watched her the entire night.
The next day.
Hexin woke up to a splitting headache.
She had just sat up when Long Yin walked through the doors with a bowl in his hands.
She was surprised. "Why are you here, Big Bro Long Yin?"
"Drink this hangover soup first." Instead of answering her, Long Yin strode over and passed the bowl to her.
