What's wrong...I feel so dizzy...heavy, as heavy as lead...
There was a thin layer of mist in the clear blue eyes without any impurities, and the eyebrows could not help but wrinkle slightly, looking very uncomfortable...
"Hmm..." Youyi couldn't help moaning, Zhan Yeche gently bit her pink lips, and his long tongue swept the honey in her mouth lovingly. It seemed that he could never taste enough...
With his exhausted body, his weak little hands slowly moved to Zhan Yeche's solid back, forced by a sense of security, and tightly grasped and trapped him.
It's cold...it's really cold...please, stop...
The helpless only one could only call in her heart, her mouth was being occupied by him domineeringly, and she seemed to have no intention of leaving...
The helpless hug made him mistakenly think that he was... catering, so he smiled evilly and ravaged the vulnerable cherry blossom-like... fragrant lips even more.
"No... don't!" Wei Yi managed to get a break and begged slightly.
"What's wrong?" Only then did Zhan Yeche foretell that something was wrong...Hold him tightly. She would not do such ambiguous behavior...
The handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, and he left the salivating lips with a little nostalgia, but at this moment, they looked slightly pale.
Seeing that Zhan Yeche had finally left her, she tried her best to open her eyes. The pain coming from her head made her close her eyes and cried out in pain, "It's cold... Zhan Yeche, I'm so cold..."
"Cold?" Zhan Yeche sat up, stretched out his slender fingers in confusion, and gently tapped his only hot forehead.
"Damn..." Zhan Yeche groaned dissatisfied. The only thing... is that he has a fever, and it looks like it's not serious...