Lu Fengxuan, even with her typically thick skin, sensed the danger, and what's more, she clearly felt...
She honestly shook her head, her dark eyes visibly filled with confusion.
Yu Chiyin leaned down, his thin lips lightly touching her trembling eyelashes, and uttered a bitter laugh,
"Because I pity you, I can't bear to so easily touch you, so I would rather restrain myself and go take a cold shower. But to think, you little heartless thing, you actually suspect I have a hidden ailment?"
With eyes half-closed, he couldn't help but lean in closer, "Axuan, how do you think I should punish you, hm?"
The low, husky voice spilled from the space where their lips met, a deep resonance lingering in her ears.
Pressed down by him in such an intimate kiss, Lu Fengxuan's thoughts turned into a mushy mess, forgetting even to breathe.
Her face became flushed from holding her breath, faintly hearing his low chuckle.
