Perhaps this was the most embarrassing thing in his life in front of his uncle, Pei Yibai thought with furrowed brows.
After an unspecified amount of time, once he had let go, Song Weiyi couldn't even speak, just gasping for air.
Her eyes were moist, brimming with crystalline tears, and her lips were a swollen red.
His scent was everywhere, and she didn't oppose it; in fact, she quite liked it.
But did he have to torture her like this?
Song Weiyi covered her lips and kicked him irritably on his leg.
"Are you crazy?"
"Yes, crazy for you, driven mad by you," Pei Yibai answered without hesitation, his words leaving her speechless.
"Get up, you're so heavy." She was almost crushed into a pile of mush.
"I don't want to, stop moving around." Pei Yibai rolled over, and although he said he didn't want to, he moved to the position beside Song Weiyi.
Only, he did not let go of her, keeping a firm grip on her waist.
"I can barely breathe, can't you ease up a bit?"
