It's trouble, serious trouble!
Her heartbeat was racing like a drum, and she said angrily, "Stop it... let go of me!"
However, as soon as she spoke, she realized how soft and powerless her voice was. It was nowhere near a refusal; it was practically an invitation.
She felt a wave of embarrassment and annoyance!
Yan Sijue's breathing grew heavier, his burning body pressing against her: "Yiliang, do you miss me?"
"N-not at all..." Mu Yiliang felt a little parched, "I'm still washing the dishes, stop messing around..."
"My wound seems to hurt a bit..." his voice was hoarse, "Could you check it for me?"
"In a moment!" She shrank her neck, avoiding his breath, "You go rest first!"
It's truly a headache! Should she check his wound later or not? Not checking worries her, but if she checks... this man definitely won't let her go...
"What's so good about washing these dishes?" He grabbed her hands and turned on the faucet to rinse them with water, "Why not use the dishwasher?"
