The kiss ended, and Mu Yan felt like her lips were about to swell up.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into his embrace to steady her breath.
Her little heart felt like it was about to jump out.
By her ear, his deep, hoarse voice came, "Getting hungrier and hungrier."
Mu Yan heard this, and her cheeks heated up.
Was he saying that kissing was too exhausting?
She whispered, "Then you cook."
He bit her ear and chuckled softly, "I want to eat you."
Mu Yan's pretty face instantly turned beet red, her heart tickled as if brushed by feathers.
She sensed his intention to come back for more and pushed him away.
"I won't disturb you cooking anymore."
She ran out without looking back.
Jiang Jingheng leaned against the counter, watching her flee with a fond smile on his handsome face.
He licked his lips, knowing he'd get to eat eventually.
Mu Yan sat on the sofa, covering her face with both hands, her mind full of the way he had just kissed her.
