Wen Xiao’ai furrowed her little brows, looking unhappy.
"When you said in the car that day that I could kiss and bite you, was it all just to appease , Jun Moyan? Do you actually not like kissing you?"
Just as Wen Xiao’ai was waiting for an answer from Jun Moyan, she suddenly felt sothing pressing against her.
Wen Xiao’ai felt uncomfortable and twisted her body, trying to evade it.
Looking down in confusion, Wen Xiao’ai noticed her leg was still hooked around Jun Moyan’s waist. She withdrew her leg, trying to see what was pressing against her.
But with Jun Moyan on top of her, their lower bodies pressed together, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t see anything.
"Jun Moyan, what are you hiding on your body? It’s so hot. You can’t play with fire in bed."
Through their clothing, Wen Xiao’ai could feel the scorching temperature.
The veins on Jun Moyan’s forehead bulged, his lips tightly pursed, his breathing heavy. His hot breath sprayed on Wen Xiao’ai’s face, making her want to hide away.
His pale skin is tinged with a faint red.
It was from holding back.
Seeing Jun Moyan not responding, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t curb her curiosity and, worried the object might actually catch fire, reached out to grab it, wanting to see for herself.
Just as she made a move, Jun Moyan beat her to it, pressing down her fidgety hand with the one propped beside her.
With one hand pinned down and seeing Jun Moyan seemingly deliberate in not letting her see, Wen Xiao’ai’s curiosity intensified.
"You can’t play with fire in bed, take it out quickly."
No sooner had Wen Xiao’ai finished speaking, her other hand was pinned down without even making a move.
With both hands pinned, Wen Xiao’ai grew unhappy.
"Jun Moyan, what are you doing? Why are you acting so strange?"
No sooner had Wen Xiao’ai spoken than Jun Moyan pressed his entire body on top of her.
His warm lips against her ear, his heavy breathing made her heart race, and his scorching breath tickled Wen Xiao’ai’s ear, causing her body to tingle.
"You’re really going to be the death of ."
His low, magnetic voice rose next to Wen Xiao’ai’s ear. His nose was just below her ear, his eyes closed as he struggled to control himself.
The rise and fall of his chest from his breathing pressed tightly against her soft chest.
Realizing this wouldn’t help him cool down quickly, Jun Moyan let go of Wen Xiao’ai’s hands, rolled off her, and lay beside her on the bed, imdiately pulling her into his arms while creating a safe distance between their lower bodies.
Wen Xiao’ai blinked.
Be the death of him?
When did she ever threaten his life?
"What are you talking about? What’s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?"
"..."
"Jun Moyan?"
Wen Xiao’ai glanced up, trying to discern what exactly was happening with Jun Moyan.
But Jun Moyan just held her like that, his chin resting on top of her head, preventing her from seeing and remaining silent.
Wen Xiao’ai pushed at him, but couldn’t budge him.
"Jun Moyan? Say sothing."
"...It’s nothing, just hold for a while."
Hearing Jun Moyan’s words, Wen Xiao’ai’s mood instantly brightened, and she snuggled closer into his embrace.
"Hehe, okay, hug. You can hug as long as you want."
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai finally stop fussing, Jun Moyan sighed with relief and began to calm himself down.
He was truly afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself and might do sothing to scare her.
When Wen Xiao’ai had noticed the change in a certain part of his body, he had panicked like never before.
And was filled with overwhelming guilt.
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