The temperature in the room soared, and Qiao Mo's body pressed tightly against his, distinctly feeling his burning heat, left stiff as a board.
With the blanket covering her, she only felt like she was in a massive furnace, unbearably hot.
Soon, her pajamas were soaked with sweat.
Fu Nancheng wasn't faring any better; it seemed like there was nothing beneath the woman's pajamas as they pressed against his chest.
He slightly lowered his head, her gentle fragrance driving him nearly insane.
Qiao Mo's breathing involuntarily became heavier, realizing that continuing like this was impossible!
Finally unable to hold back, she spoke again, "Mr. Fu..."
But her sweet, soft voice seemed like an invitation to him, shattering his final shred of reason, and he swiftly flipped over, pinning her beneath him.
Before Qiao Mo could react, there was a sting on her lips.
