He took a deep breath.
A mad deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
He even wanted to push Ali away.
Yet, at the moment he was about to act, he hesitated again.
There was an unexplainable reluctance.
He even felt that if he really pushed Ali away, he would feel worse.
Such a dilemma.
But the person behind him was sleeping soundly.
Their even breath just kept warmly brushing against his neck, impossible to shake off.
And they were wrapped around him like an octopus...
An Ji clenched his fists tightly, enduring the torment of his body, making it through the profound second half of the night.
Dawn broke.
An Youyou stirred.
She frowned.
Feeling like something was off.
The moment she opened her eyes, she was almost scared to death.
She jumped off An Ji in a flash.
Because she moved too abruptly, she almost rolled off the bed.
At that instant, An Ji quickly grabbed her with sharp reflexes, pulling her directly into his arms.
