Wen Xiangyang, still in her bathrobe and with her hair still wet, fell onto her bed. She was exhausted, so exhausted, and desperately wanted to sleep.
Wen Xiangyang laid face down on the bed and fell asleep. In her dreams, she felt somebody touching her hair with a hairdryer, helping her dry it. More importantly, there were strong hands massaging her. She was so comfortable that she couldn't help but murmur in response. Seemingly in a dream-like state, she hugged a large pillow and rubbed against it in contentment.
But suddenly, the massaging hands stopped, leading Wen Xiangyang, somewhat dissatisfied, to furrow her brow. She reached out to pull that large hand, wanting the massage to continue.
The large hand started moving again, and with that, Wen Xiangyang finally fell into a restful sleep.