"You've slept for too long. Isn't it time to wake up? Look, you're responding, aren't you?"
She spoke through her tears, kissing Alvin again, deeply and without regret, as each teardrop fell.
She looked at his pale, haggard face, reminding herself not to get distracted. She had to wake him because she wanted a baby of their own.
Maybe having a baby would wake Alvin up. If he knew he's going to be a father, wouldn't he be as happy as crazy?
Their child would be a mixed-race baby, and it would be stunningly beautiful, right?
At this thought, Nangong Lin's kiss deepened even more, carrying a trace of intense hope mixed with a touch of intense despair.
Alvin's response was still clearly there. Finally, she felt the moment was ripe and forced herself to muster the courage.
She was determined to do this to herself, even though she knew it might drive her insane with pain, she still didn't hold back, even went at it fiercely.
