Su Qinglan was suddenly engulfed by his hot and demanding kiss.
She felt herself instantly melting, becoming a puddle in his arms, the feverish heat of his body overwhelming the cold water. But a small, desperate part of her mind was still rational, screaming for air.
She pushed weakly against his drenched, muscular chest, a muffled sound escaping her throat.
Xuan Long immediately released her mouth when he felt her tiny struggle, his gaze fixing on her face with a sudden pitiful gaze.
Su Qinglan gasped, pulling in several deep, ragged breaths of air. The cold air burned in her lungs. She stared up at him, her eyes misty and wide with shock and intense concern.
"Xuan Long, you are not in your right mind!" She finally managed, her voice trembling slightly but laced with anger.
"You are so feverish… did the fever get to your brain?" She couldn't believe his utter carelessness with his own health.
