Chapter 38: The Illness Has Not Yet Healed

The light in the room was dim, hazy and ambiguous.

"Song Tian Mo? How come you're in my bed again?" Ling Fei exhaled lightly, voicing her confusion with a raspy voice from just waking up.

Song Tian Mo let go of her hand that he'd been shaking.

He leant lazily against the head of the bed, his expression half-smiling. "Ling Fei, look closely. Isn't it you who's in my bed?"

Ling Fei was taken aback.

She craned her neck to look around, finally sobering up. Images from the day flashed quickly through her mind like a movie, and she bolted upright.

"Ahh! Song Tian Mo, you pervert!"

Her sweat-soaked face turned bright red in an instant. That damn bastard Song Tian Mo had stripped her clothes off once again!

She clearly remembered that she had worn a shirt to bed last night, and she hadn't slept in the bed.

Ling Fei wrapped the quilt tightly around herself.

She was both embarrassed and angry.