Almost five minutes has passed before Li Qin Yao realized the situation she was in—in Zhang Yu Han's embrace on his bed.
His arms were encircling her body as his hand moved to caress her upper arms as if coaxing her.
Her face grew hot when she noticed that he had buried his nose in the crook of her neck. His soft breath and lips touched her skin and that area slowly became numb.
Fortunately, her back was facing him. Or else, Zhang Yu Han would be worried that he might have infected her with his fever when he saw her reddened face.
Li Qin Yao struggled out of his embrace and stood up. She turned to face him and saw the questioning look in his face.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yu Han asked. They were fine just a few seconds ago and he was enjoying the sensation of having her petite frame in his arms after not seeing her for a few days. Of course, seeing that she had pulled away so suddenly made him feel lost.
