A few minutes later.
Qiao Mianmian breathlessly fought to stand up straight as she felt her legs give way beneath her, collapsing into his embrace like a deflated balloon.
She gripped on tightly to his shirt collar with one hand.
This man's kissing techniques had really gotten better after each time.
His kisses would always send a shiver down her spine without fail.
"Baby." Mo Yesi pressed his finger on her swollen and puffy lips. His gaze darkened as he spoke with a low and raspy voice. "Are you still feeling unwell? If not, I really want to…"
"No, you do not."
Qiao Mianmian reached out to cover his mouth even before he could finish his sentence.
"Mo Yesi, I'm going to join the filming team in two days. So, I really need to use all the time I have to memorize my script these two days. I'm going to take a bath first now so that I have time to look through my script later. You… you can find something else to entertain yourself with."
And stop clinging onto her.
