Yet the man inside was so infuriated that he was gnashing his teeth,
"Kiss her again?"
In his dreams!
Shameless dead woman.
Bo Fengheng was so angry that several glasses of iced alcohol did nothing to quench the fire in his belly. His body still felt aggressively hot, and her voice alone was enough to annoy him.
...
Mu Yin had been depressed all night and barely slept when she returned to her room. Her mind was a jumbled mess—one moment, she was reliving their passionate embrace and her body burned with fever; the next, she thought of their meeting tomorrow and how she would be terrified with a gun pointed at her head, breaking into a cold sweat.
If only her brother were still alive.
Mu Yin's eyes teemed with tears as she cried and drifted off into a fitful sleep.
When she woke up the next day, unsurprisingly, she had a fever.
Her whole body was burning up, her throat was sore, and her head felt heavy and clouded…
