If he did not have the chance to kiss her before, he could still restrain himself. However, Chu Heng's eyes were bloodshot, and his self-control was on the verge of collapse. Like a thief, he was lovingly sucking on her gently.
His breathing gradually became heavier.
He held Ye Muyu's waist with one hand and wanted to hold her head with the other.
However, at that moment, he felt the burning skin under his palm. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly reacted. He released his lips and took out his palm to touch Ye Muyu's forehead.
As expected, it was burning.
"Ah Yu." Chu Heng anxiously called out to her, worried that she would be uncomfortable, but he did not dare to shake her hard. He only gently held her face, wanting her to wake up.
"Ah Yu, wake up…"
