The cold shower was not as effective as he thought. Su Zhinian lay beside Song Qingchun and had a hard time sleeping because, as the faint smell from her body drifted into his nose, he would wake up with desire once more.
In the end, Su Zhinian sat up in bed and pulled out his phone to distract himself. The weak light from the phone woke up Song Qingchun, who hadn't really drifted off to sleep.
Su Zhinian, who sensed the girl's movement, turned around to look at her. When he saw her open eyes, he immediately switched off his phone. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"
Song Qingchun shook her head. Su Zhinian leaned back into bed and pulled Song Qingchun into his embrace. The temperature of his body started to rise again.