"Why isn't there any blood?" she asked, tugging at her hair, her voice soft and gentle.
Lin Yan pushed Lu Chenyuan off the bed, and she uncovered all the blankets, her cheeks burning like fire.
The whole white sheet was a mess from their venting last night, and Lin Yan could not find that blooming wax plum amidst the yellowed, dry patches.
"I haven't been with any other men besides you, you have to believe me," Lin Yan said, on the verge of tears, her lips turned down in sorrow.
"I don't care about these things," Lu Chenyuan replied, his lips curling into a playful smile upon seeing Lin Yan so distressed.
Lin Yan hastily climbed back onto the bed, spread her legs, and sat on top of Lu Chenyuan, her arms clinging to his neck, the pose suggestive.
Lu Chenyuan's hand caressed her waist, "You want this position? Weren't you tired enough last night?"
Lin Yan buried her head in Lu Chenyuan's chest, her entire body's weight leaning on him.