Seeing his robust and perfect chest, Ye Anqi averted her gaze slightly.
Ya Shitian hung his wet clothes on a tree branch to dry, using them to block the wind meanwhile.
He sat down beside her.
Although his body carried a slight chill from the dampness, Ye Anqi felt somewhat feverish.
She stood up to offer him her spot, but as soon as she rose, he pulled her back down.
She fell onto his body…
The man wrapped his arms around her, and his breath instantly enveloped her.
Ye Anqi's body stiffened, "What are you doing?"
Ya Shitian's thin lips brushed against her cheek as though unintentionally, "This way you and I both won't be cold."
"I'm not cold to begin with."
"But I am."
"So I gave you both my clothes and spot."
Ya Shitian hugged her tighter, his breath hot, "But I can only warm up by holding you."
"…Ya, this isn't right."
"How so?" Ya Shitian's hand moved on her body.
Ye Anqi felt her heartbeat accelerate.
She placed her hand on his, "Let me go first."
