If the love is deep into the bones

Chapter 8 I guess I'm still not used to it

My body became weak, my hand clasping his wrist trembled slightly, my breathing was a little unsteady, even my vision became blurred, and my head was dizzy.

My face was hot uncontrollably, when he raised his head from my chest to look at me, I quickly closed my eyes and turned away slightly.

His jaw was tense, his lips were pursed into a line, and he squinted at me with drooping eyes.

I thought it wouldn't take too long, just like before, he would end soon, but I was wrong...

I don't know how long it took, I struggled to kick my ankle, which was tightly held by him, and wanted to escape, but he held it even tighter.

I closed my eyes and just gasped, my mind was so empty that I couldn't think of anything.

The panting in my ears gradually became stable, but mine still didn't even want to move my eyelids.

A warm and soft touch fell between my ears, and his low voice brushed against my cochlea with heat.

"Is the pain gone?"

"..."

I was suffocated by his anger, and I tried my best to lift my eyelids and move my head to the side to look at him, without saying a word.

He stared at me for two seconds, then raised his eyebrows slightly, "It still hurts?"

"...Hmm." I pursed my lips and hummed muffledly.

To be honest, if he wasn't my brother, I couldn't afford to offend him, I would kick him out of bed right now!
"Oh..." He said softly, and nodded his head knowingly, "I guess I'm not used to it yet."

"..."

"I'll take a break with a cigarette and then we'll get used to it."

"?!"

When I woke up the next day, the room was brightly lit, it was sunlight, the sunlight that penetrated through the window without the curtains drawn.

As the consciousness gradually became clearer, the feeling also became clearer, and the pain spread along with it.

Headache, waist pain, leg pain, the whole body is like being beaten up, even the bones are loose...

I groaned uncomfortably, the voice was terribly hoarse, with a thick nasal sound, and my throat was also itchy.

Gao Tianqiu has already left, and I don't know when he left, but the room in his mind is as neat and tidy as ever, but the bed is so messy, half of the sheets have been moved to the floor, and there is still a faint smell of fishy sweetness in the air...

I frowned, propped up with difficulty and leaned against the head of the bed for a while, then moved to the edge of the bed, bent over, picked up the bath towel from the ground, put it on, and shook my feet to pour myself a glass of water.

(End of this chapter)