Mu Xiangwan could not bear it any longer. She had already drunk too much and her body was burning up. Now he was on top of her, his body as scalding as a branding iron. She could only hum and whine, craning her neck, unable to escape. She clutched at Su Chaoyang's clothes, wrinkling his neat military shirt.
"I just..."
She wanted to say something but didn't know how. Her brows furrowed and her face looked pitiful. Su Chaoyang realized something, halted his movements and stood up. He leaned his head down, touching his forehead to hers. His deep and soft gaze seemed to sway with affection as he breathed heavily, asking ambiguously, "Are you... scared?"
Mu Xiangwan was even less able to speak. In fact, her mind was already in chaos as if the alcohol was taking effect now. Her gaze flickered a few times, unable to meet his. She bit her lip, completely at a loss.
