The man's warm breath brushed against the bare skin of her neck, a soft tickle that made Ji Wei stiffen instinctively. She reflexively reached out to push him away.
But having just recovered from a serious illness, she lacked the strength to do so. Not only did her hand fail to move him, but it was firmly grasped by the man.
"Let me hold you for a while," Mo Qian's deep voice murmured in her ear.
Ji Wei's gaze faltered, and as if on a whim, she stopped struggling.
The man's warm hand wrapped around her waist, his head leaning against her back and shoulders. He held her quietly from behind, just like that.
Neither of them said a word.
The bedroom was enveloped in tranquility. Ji Wei let Mo Qian hold her for quite some time before she began to notice her neck growing sore from the position. She couldn't help but move slightly.
Only then did she realize she was still sitting on the man's lap, the posture undeniably intimate. She immediately froze again.
