The next morning, when Fang Pingying woke up, her arms were so sore and limp that it was hard to even lift them a bit, and yet she still had to go discuss matters with Uncle Zeng today.
She glanced at the source of the trouble sleeping next to her. Seeing Luo Zhiyong sleeping soundly, and even looking quite content, Fang Pingying was infuriated. She couldn't help but burrow under the covers and pinched his waist.
But Luo Zhiyong didn't feel a thing because Fang Pingying's hands simply couldn't exert any force. She moved slightly, and the soreness was so intense that she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper.
Her action didn't wake him, but it did end up waking up Luo Zhiyong. With his eyes closed, he let out a soft chuckle, reached out to wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly.
Fang Pingying felt almost smothered in his embrace and said with a muffled voice, "Are you trying to suffocate me?"
