Mu Lin's lips pressed against Yang Wei's.
Even unconscious I still make a woman weak in the knees. Why I am so outstanding? Yang Wei asked himself.
Unsure of what to do, he chose to open his eyes.
Continuing the kiss, Mu Lin felt his breath through his nose and said "Hm?" as she opened her eyes.
Their eyes locked, lips still pressed together.
Yang Wei managed to utter, "Good day, Lin'er," his words slightly muffled by the intimate lip-to-lip contact
Mu Lin blushed furiously, hastily retreating from the bed. Pointing at Yang Wei as she quivered, she stammered, "H... How are you awake?"
Yang Wei took a seated position, assuring her, "Relax, I woke up a few hours ago."
Flustered, Mu Lin asked, "D... Did you hear anything I said..." the more she spoke, the more her cheeks reddened.
Standing up, Yang Wei did a cross-arm stretch, casually mentioning, "Yeah, watched you sniff my burnt clothes."
