His skin was scorching hot, terrifyingly so. Hua Xiaomai's mind had already begun to grow muddled, when suddenly, a jolt of awareness hit her. She desperately pushed him away. Failing to budge him, she simply pinched him hard and laughed out loud, "Stop struggling; it's all pointless effort..."
Meng Yuhuai, pinched by her, also came to his senses and finally let go of her. He was truly displeased and stood up with furrowed brows to pour another cup of tea. He downed it in one go and shot her a sideways glance.
"Why are you glaring at me? It's not all my fault, is it?" Hua Xiaomai retorted righteously, pointing at her own stomach, "You're the one who made my mother and me worried for so long. Do you still have the face to glare at me?"
She lowered her head to think for a moment, then went to unbutton his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Meng Yuhuai quickly blocked her, "It's not going to work out anyway, can you just behave yourself?"
