Ye Que fell for the Nth time, and when he tried to get up again, Chi Zaozao couldn't bear to watch anymore.
She simply slumped down beside him, pressing herself onto Ye Que's body.
Ye Que frowned as he looked at her, his face pale, breath weak and shallow, clenching his teeth as he said, "I can do this."
Just as the words left his mouth, Chi Zaozao tilted her chin up and planted a soft kiss on his cold, thin lips.
Ye Que, drenched in sweat, his whole body aching unbearably, collapsed completely under her pressure, lying limp on the ground.
He let her kiss him, motionless.
Chi Zaozao merely kissed him fleetingly, like a dragonfly skimming over water, before moving away after a moment and resting on his chest. She began wiping away his sweat as she said, "Maybe if we keep going just a little longer, we'll succeed."
Ye Que closed his tired eyes. "I just don't know how long this 'little longer' will be."
