After an unknown stretch of time, the clouds and rain finally subsided.
When Ma Xiaotao regained her senses, her whole body glistened with fragrant sweat. She lifted a corner of the quilt slightly and, sure enough, saw...
Ma Xiaotao bit her lip and clutched the quilt, her knuckles turning white.
"How did we... actually go all the way?"
Her voice was almost inaudible, her face one part regret and nine parts bewilderment.
Just then, Tian Chen woke up too.
He rolled onto his side and found himself looking at this scene.
The usually proud, flamboyant Ma Xiaotao had curled herself into a tiny ball and kept ruffling her hair.
Ma Xiaotao, oh, Ma Xiaotao, how could you be so foolish?
One impulsive moment, and you actually... Even if you like Xiao Chen, you shouldn't have gone straight to the finish line like this!
Ma Xiaotao buried her face in her knees, the tips of her ears red enough to drip blood, while the little figure in her mind pounded the ground in a frenzy.
Ma Xiaotao, you're the famous Flame Maniac of the Shrek Inner Court! And now look at you-you've gone and stewed him outright! How are you supposed to hold your head up after this?
What if he thinks you're some easy girl? What if he pulls up his pants and acts like he doesn't know you?!
No, no, Tian Chen isn't that kind of person... But, but this was far, far too easy for him!
The more she thought, the more tangled and aggrieved she felt. Her fingertip unconsciously traced circles on the bedsheet, much like her mind at that moment: a muddled paste, and frighteningly hot to boot.
"Xiaotao." Tian Chen's amused voice suddenly sounded behind her, low and soft as a feather brushing her ear.