The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

108 [Epilogue 2]

The next morning, upon waking from sleep, Zhu Tong furrowed his brows even before opening his eyes.

Pain.

His lower back ached, his legs ached, even his hips and knees hurt.

Shao Ming had woken up before him and, seeing Zhu Tong frowning with his eyes still closed, he gently kissed his furrowed brow, smoothing out the creases with a tender touch, and asked softly, "Where does it hurt?"

Zhu Tong slowly opened his eyes.

With captivating features and an elegant demeanor, two completely different qualities blended seamlessly in him... truly a sight to behold.

Any trace of resentment that Zhu Tong had vanished instantly. He tried to move, but his whole body felt as if it had fallen apart, and he couldn't help but frown again. Yet, he didn't blame the person who had exhausted him last night. Resigning to his state, he lay still and looked up at the ceiling, saying, "I must have been deceived by the system."

Shao Ming was slightly surprised. "What do you mean?"

Zhu Tong replied, "My body is still too weak."

"..."

Last night, as soon as things got started, he could hardly endure it.

Every muscle he used was sore and numb, and when he pleaded for Shao Ming to change positions, his knees started to hurt.

He was sure that his knees were still red, rubbed against the bedsheets last night.

And how they managed to finish...

Zhu Tong belatedly realized what had happened the previous night. His face flushed instantly, and he instinctively reached for the blanket, only to find that there wasn't one on the bed.

It was summer, and they had to keep the air conditioning on at night to sleep comfortably—who needed a blanket?

Numbly, Zhu Tong raised his arm and draped it over his eyes, but it couldn't hide the blush quickly spreading to his ears.

Shao Ming: "..."

His reaction seemed a little slow.

He chuckled softly and pulled Zhu Tong into his arms, playfully nuzzling his neck. "This probably doesn't have much to do with being weak."

Zhu Tong peeked through a gap in his arm, covering his eyes. "Then what's the reason?"

Shao Ming replied, "Lack of exercise."

Zhu Tong: "..."

Shao Ming stretched out his leg. With not much in the way between them in the summer heat, their bodies pressed together, bringing back memories of the previous night's intimacy.

Zhu Tong quickly drew his leg back.

But Shao Ming wouldn't let him off so easily. He leaned half his weight onto Zhu Tong, kissing the arm covering his eyes and asked, "Isn't that right? Lacking a bit of flexibility, aren't you, young master?"

His tone was filled with satisfaction and amusement.

As Shao Ming gently massaged his sore muscles, Zhu Tong felt the urge to move but couldn't, lacking the strength to refute.

It was true—he lacked flexibility.

But who would go out of their way to train flexibility in that way?

Zhu Tong buried his face again.

Shao Ming laughed, pulling Zhu Tong's hand away, leaning down to rub his nose against Zhu Tong's. "How about it? Shall we work on this more in the future?"