She needed to be very well-behaved.
With a thermometer in her mouth, she couldn't speak. Her body felt too awful, as if every limb and bone were violently shifting. Tears fell beyond her control.
They streamed down her cheeks, soaking into the man's shoulder.
It was too hot, and she didn't want to hug him so tightly. Her disheveled hair was being pressed down by the man's large hand, as if it were strangling her neck, making it impossible to escape.
Their bodies were extremely hot, and through the thin undershirts, their sweat mingled together.
Leh Ying felt unbearably hot, so hot she was going insane, weakly shoving him. His chest was hard, and it was futile to push him away; instead, Xu Jingxi gripped the back of her neck, followed by a pain in her ear, as the side of her neck was scorched by his breath. He cruelly bit into her neck.
It seemed like an act of venting, extremely dissatisfied with her shoving.
