Mu Yingchen's breath became heavier and more chaotic, his blood boiling uncontrollably within him as if his veins would burst at any moment.
He gazed at the unconscious woman on top of him, his eyes growing even darker.
He could distinctly feel the restlessness sleeping within his body slowly awakening---
Yet Su Wanxia was still behaving like a petulant child, naughtily stoking fires on him, utterly unaware that she was tormenting him to the brink of explosion.
"Be good, who am I?" Mu Yingchen's hot breath washed over her face.
Su Wanxia stopped the aimless wandering of her small hands on his body, narrowed her eyes, and giggled foolishly, "You are Achen~"
Then she stretched out her finger and playfully pointed at Mu Yingchen's nose with a mischievous tone, "You are my very own Achen."
After saying this, she giggled again a couple of times.
As she lay on top of Mu Yingchen, the scenery in front was utterly exposed, laid bare before his eyes.
