"What doesn't feel right?"
"It doesn't feel right." Mo Weiyi repeated, then raised her hand to touch her temple, pouting her lips and mumbling unclearly, "It doesn't feel right, it feels so bad..."
Xiao Yebai looked down at her, raised his finger, and replaced her fingers on her temple, gently massaging it, asking gently, "Why doesn't it feel right?"
"Because of you."
"What did I do?"
Mo Weiyi's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly she closed them, "I can't say it, I don't want to say..."
"Why don't you want to say it?" The man's voice was low and seductive.
Mo Weiyi's eyes stayed tightly closed and she started to shakes her head after hearing this.
The more she shook, the more she felt dizzy.
She seemed to be drunk.
After a while,
"Xiaobai." Mo Weiyi called his name softly with her eyes shut.
"I'm here." Xiao Yebai put his arms around her, his right thumb still gently kneading her temple.
"Xiaobai." Mo Weiyi called again.
"Mmm."
