The older man hadn't said a word, but his cheeks were flaming red that Bai Shuyin could feel the heat coming from him.
"Are you sure you're okay, Young Master Wu?" Bai Shuyin planned on placing the back of her hand against his forehead. She was standing on her tippy toes, trying to reach him, yet he was too tall for her. "Your face is really red."
In the end, she just rested her hands against his neck. "You don't seem to have a fever, though."
Wu Jiangfeng swallowed a thick lump harshly. Her slightly warm fingers brushed against his skin and they left the place scorching hot.
The images of him pinning her down with her hands over her head flashed into his brain. She appeared so small under him, his own body could overlap her easily. The blushes on her cheeks were so contrast to the white halo that splayed out behind her. Wu Jiangfeng couldn't even bring himself to scold her for drinking recklessly.
