"You just love to torment me!" Mo Yuyao sighed faintly and said, "I feel like I owe you from my past life."
"Then let me make it up to you in this life." As Song Yun spoke, the warm breath touching Mo Yuyao's neck and ear gave her goosebumps all over.
It wasn't fear, but a very peculiar sensation.
Mo Yuyao had never felt this before; it was like the few seconds before receiving a red envelope as a child, her entire being instantly became excited, and the result of this excitement was goosebumps, increased blood flow, accelerated heartbeat, and then a rise in body temperature, making her want to tremble uncontrollably.
Mo Yuyao took a deep breath, hoping to calm herself down, but found that the warm embrace holding her was so difficult to pull away from.
Almost in an instant, Mo Yuyao felt herself completely sinking in.
"Turn around."
Song Yun's voice was soft and slow, and to Mo Yuyao's ears, it sounded like some kind of hypnotic command.
