Wu Yao's face was buried in the crook of Bei Yiyi's neck. His breath was filled with searing heat.
His body was really, really scorching.
Even though Bei Yiyi was lying on top of him through the quilt, she could feel the heat emanating from his entire body, making her heart ache dully.
Wu Yao hugged Bei Yiyi, his nose filled with a familiar, reassuring scent. He pressed his face deeper, more covetously, into the crook of her neck.
Bei Yiyi couldn't get up, her scalp tingling, her spine stiffly tightened. She hoarsely reminded, "Wu Yao, we've already broken up... you shouldn't be here! Let go of me now!"
The man beside her had a noticeable pause in his breath, then a low, magnetic and puzzled voice sounded in her ear, "When did we break up? Why don't I remember?"
"..." Was this man dazed by the high fever or pretending to be confused? Acting shameless?!
Suddenly, Wu Yao said again, "Yiyi... I feel so uncomfortable..."
