C157 The girl who kissed her own forehead

After a while, the rain stopped. Tong Yi, who was covered in sweat, laid down on the arm of the pea.

She didn't feel well now, and she didn't want to get too close to the same hot, ugly perspiration, but she couldn't move. She just lay there, recovering her strength bit by bit. Her small mouth opened slightly and she breathed along with her nose, which now seemed to provide no oxygen at all