"Calm down, don't get so close to me."
Yang Cheng gasped heavily, reaching out to push her away a bit, feeling the giant beneath him was about to explode.
"Don't push me! I want to hold you, you're so cool and comfortable!"
Ye Xixue's consciousness was somewhat hazy, her speech was soft, her seductive eyes hooked him as she clung to him again.
Yang Cheng was speechless, feeling as if he wanted to cry and had no tears.
If he had known earlier, he should have let Cheng Ruonan stay to help him relieve the fire; now it's only him and Ye Xixue, he can't bully a sick person.
He endured with great difficulty, also afraid of touching the Silver Needle on Ye Xixue's chest, not daring to resist.
"Handsome guy, don't you like me? I really want you, please give me!"
Ye Xixue pouted her red lips, her small hand slipped into his clothes, exploring until she touched his hard and strong chest, and she smiled contentedly.
