Wei Anning struggled to get up, but a large hand around her waist firmly locked her in place.
The man's muscles were tensed, making her entire body panic.
"Leng Youchen, you, you don't come so close."
Leng Youchen edged closer to her and said, "If I don't get close, I'll fall off."
Wei Anning felt her breath was so hot it could practically shoot fire, and under the blanket, there wasn't a single gap between them. She tried to move a bit, and suddenly she heard a suppressed gasp from the man, and the arm around her waist tightened as if trying to meld her into his body.
"Don't move around!"
"Go sleep in the bed. It's too hot when you're squeezing in here." Wei Anning lay stiff, not daring to move, her pretty face so red it could almost bleed, the air was thin, and her breathing turned scorching hot.
This is truly... unbearable!
