She was about to cry, her face streaked with tears, and she was still twitching
Her cheeks twitched. She looked like she was smiling and crying at once, and all she could do was gasp for breath.
Only then did I stop.
"Heh heh, now you know how strong I am, huh?"
"Huff~ huff~ huff~ huff~"
Ning Jing's face was flushed as she panted rapidly. Just then, two light coughs came from outside. Anyone could tell who that oddly distinctive voice belonged to—
Gao Song.
"Come in..."
I lit a cigarette and looked at Ning Jing, sprawled helplessly on the bed, unable to get up. A surge of satisfaction welled up inside me.
But the weather was still chilly, and I was worried she'd catch a cold, so I covered her with a blanket.
When Gao Song came in, I immediately saw the expression on his face.
It was a complicated look: a little suggestive, with a hint of regret; a little envious, with a touch of "the world's gone downhill and people aren't what they used to be." Somehow, it was also spot-on.
"Y-you... what's that look for?"
I froze for a moment and asked without thinking.
Gao Song turned his gaze to me, clicked his tongue, and shook his head repeatedly.
"Come on, what's gotten into you? Can't you just say what you mean?"
Gao Song looked at me with a teasing expression.
"Enjoy yourself?"
"Mm... huh? Something's off. There's more to what you're saying, isn't there?"
After a moment's hesitation, I glanced at Ning Jing, still lying on the bed, too weak to get up, then at myself, sitting there with a cigarette in hand and a satisfied look on my face.
In an instant, I thought of... a post-coital cigarette.
"Uh... Gao Song, it's not what