Qin Miaomiao had been gone for over ten minutes and still hadn't returned, so Lu Qing decided to personally look for her. He even barged into the restroom but found no sign of her.
"Hot… so hot… I'm so hot…"
Murmuring to herself, Qin Miaomiao lay weakly on the soft, plush bed, drenched in sweat. Her eyes had lost focus, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her delicate skin that one might envy had now taken on a honeyed hue. She felt as if her throat was painfully dry, twisting her feverish body restlessly.
"So thirsty… I'm so thirsty."
Uttering those fragmented, heat-choked words, Qin Miaomiao felt her whole body ignite with burning sensations. It was as though a wildfire rampaged unchecked within her, impossible to suppress.
Lu Xing's gaze locked onto the squirming Qin Miaomiao, his heart inexplicably excited. He picked up the mask in his hand, slipped it on without hesitation, and began approaching the figure on the bed step by step.
