Yu Lingqian looked down at her charming little face, its bright eyes shimmering with laughter, like stars twinkling in the night.
Moved, he reached out and turned off the light.
Mu Anran's body stiffened as she finally realized the danger.
He lowered his head, nibbling at her lips.
She dared not resist, only softly whimpering, her little hands tightly clutching his clothing, her words muffled as she reminded him:
"Young Master Yu, you, you are still sick…"
"So, are you afraid I won't satisfy you?"
Mu Anran: "…"
Satisfy you my ass!
Wasn't it her who always ended up utterly defeated in bed, left with not a piece of armor to spare?
"That's not what I meant," she weakly retorted.
"What did you mean then?" Yu Lingqian pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Mu Anran's eyes, moist and gleaming faintly: "I want you to rest well so your body can recover sooner."
She was speaking from her heart.
