C79 Self-inflicted Injuries

She collapsed weakly on the bed, unable to stand up straight.

Jing Yixuan leaned on Xiaonan's side while holding his face in his hands. His fingers caressed her hair, whether intentionally or unintentionally. He was slightly lusting after the unique fragrance on her body.

Looking at her cute and innocent sleeping face, he couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth