While asking, Mu Qian increased the strength in his hands.
Hearing the words "who are you", Ji Ziling breathed a sigh of relief; he hadn't recognized her.
Ji Ziling's face shape was similar to Wen Jiaren's, and with her carefully made-up features, she resembled Jiaren that much more. Mu Qian was feverish, and although his temperature had been suppressed by Wen Ji, he was still in a dazed and half-asleep state.
Ji Ziling quickly calmed down, cupped his face with both hands, and lowered her voice to a gentle whisper, "Mu Qian, what's wrong with you, it's me, don't you want to think of me?"
Mu Qian frowned, experiencing auditory hallucinations—it was Wen Jiaren's voice.
Seeing this, Ji Ziling's gaze fell upon his neat and attractive lips, and she took the initiative, kissing him on the lips.
Mu Qian didn't push her away, letting her kiss his lips. Ji Ziling grew bolder, her tongue exploring his mouth.
