He couldn't help but kiss her, claiming he was sick just a moment ago, that he had no strength at all, yet now he had enough strength to hold down Zhaozhao's resisting hands and insist on kissing her to his satisfaction.
"Ugh, do you even have a cold!"
Zhaozhao's muffled voice carried anger, and she really wanted to beat him to death.
"I'm sick, feeling awful, everything hurts."
Chu Yan's voice was low, carrying a dangerously inviting tone. It was so hot under the covers that Zhaozhao found it difficult to breathe, her consciousness began to blur, and she inadvertently tolerated his outrageous behavior.
Zhaozhao realized once again that not a single word Chu Yan said could be trusted!
Head spinning?
Body without strength?
Ha, damn it!
They had lived together for so long, and only recently Chu Yan had finally gotten her in his grasp, but still, he couldn't share a room with her. So, seizing the opportunity, he did it with a sense of revenge.
