His scalding breath puffed onto her cheek.
Qin Shuang felt like he was setting a fire.
Burning her until she almost melted away.
"He Zhiyao, can you please stop fooling around..." Qin Shuang struggled to turn her face away, trying to dodge his kisses, but his entire weight was almost pressing down on her, trapping her within the small confine of his embrace, leaving her nowhere to escape.
She felt his breath getting hotter and hotter.
So hot that her fingertips started to tremble.
Clinging tightly to the hem of his clothes, she barely retrieved a shred of sanity from her mind, "You're injured."
He Zhiyao buried his face in her neck, lightly biting her shoulder,
"Then, Miss Qin, will you help me?"
Qin Shuang's fingertips were hooked by him.
...
Qin Shuang curled up in the blanket like a cooked shrimp, wrapping herself tightly, airtight.
He Zhiyao's hand followed the blanket, inching in, and lightly scratched her waist,
"Miss Qin?"
