Mu Yan felt his body was as hot as fire, scorching her to the point of wanting to flee.
But the large hand around her waist was so domineering and strong that it didn't allow her to retreat.
His warm breath landed on her cheek, mixed with the faint scent of body wash, making her chest tingle with warmth.
The room was eerily quiet, with a hint of an ambiguous atmosphere lingering in the air.
Mu Yan leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat, and suddenly stopped struggling.
Wherever he was, she felt secure.
She gently scratched his arm with her finger and whispered, "Don't do anything bad to me."
Above her head, his low laughter came through, "I would love to, but unfortunately, you're sick, and I wouldn't want to tire you out."
Blushing at his words, Mu Yan pinched him and said, "Don't even think about it!"
Jiang Jingheng tightened his hold on her a bit more and said helplessly, "Aren't you putting me in a tough spot?"
"I am not," Mu Yan immediately replied.
