The Long-awaited Mr Han

She was still awake and did not faint, not because she'd had a full night's sleep and was well-energized…

But because Han Zhuoling was mad and didn't give her a chance to faint.

As long as he spotted her eyes closing, Han Zhuoling would stop halfway and shake her awake.

He'd even leave the room halfway through and return with a bag of ice!

As soon as she could no longer hold on, Han Zhuoling would place the ice bag on her.

Didn't matter where—her forehead, her cheeks, her neck.

Han Zhuoling was still considerate and didn't place it any lower, fearing the cold would make her next period painful.

And so he rotated around her neck area.

But that was more than enough for Shi Xiaoya.

Every time she was about to faint, she'd be chilled awake.

And become wide awake at that.

And this went on a few times. Shi Xiaoya could start scolding people in irritation.

What's worse, Han Zhuoling actually said, "How will you know how good I am when you're not awake?"

This man!

How insistent was he!

Thus, under Han Zhuoling's "help," Shi Xiaoya was kept awake until the very end.

She was afraid Han Zhuoling would use the same tactic in the future, knowing it worked.

The extreme difference in temperature was too good, too much.

She couldn't bear it.

Meanwhile, Shi Xiaoya was exhausted to the bones and desperately wished to just sleep.

Though her brain was empty because of her exhaustion, she couldn't help being in a daze.

But her body felt like it had been hit and run over by a tank.

Her arms hurt, her legs hurt, and even her fingers were sore now from gripping Han Zhuoling tightly just now.

Needless to say, her waist and similar areas were suffering.

She didn't dare move those portions.

Any slight movement and the pain would come in waves.

With this, Shi Xiaoya felt that she couldn't make it to the office and should apply for leave.

She hadn't seen herself in a mirror yet.

If she had one on hand, she'd see herself.

She'd discover hickeys were blooming all over, from her neck to her shoulders, to her waist, and even lower.

Not even a high-collared shirt can cover them up.

Yet the culprit Han Zhuoling was lying on her right now, sticking to her back.

"Experienced my real prowess yet?" Han Zhuoling asked, biting her ear.

"Yes." Shi Xiaoya was still hoarse from shouting.

Her voice sounded scratchy even now.

Unknown to her, while Han Zhuoling was lying behind her, he was pinching his own waist.

In reality… this morning exceeded his usual standards.

It was probably because he was too down yesterday.

Last night's energy combined with this morning's…

He'd exerted himself too much.

Last night was his actual standard, but not this morning.

Especially when he embarrassed himself the first time around.

Han Zhuoling had to get his dignity back, so he'd used all his might.

And surpassed his actual level.

But Shi Xiaoya did not know that and thought this was Han Zhuoling's norm.

And it reflected how restrained he was usually, how unsatisfying it must be for him!

Really… she felt bad for him.

"You've been shortchanged usually," Shi Xiaoya said hoarsely.