Mu Yanfeng felt his entire body heating up. If he didn’t lower his temperature, the little ants in his blood would bite through his blood vessels.
“Young Master Mu, what’s Wrong?”
Jun Xiqing’s young girl’s voice rang in his ears, agile and delicate.
This soft and boneless body in his arms could relieve his heat. Just holding it wouldn’t do. He wanted more.
“Qing Qing, I like you. Stay with Me, okay?”
Mu Yanfeng cupped Jun Xiqing’s little face with both hands and leaned over to kiss her red lips.
Jun Xiqing turned his head and avoided him.
“Young Master Mu, did you drink something dirty?”
Jun Xiqing felt that something was wrong with Mu Yanfeng. She thought of one thing. Mu Yanfeng might have been tricked.
A voice kept echoing in Mu Yan Feng’s head -- you need her, quickly get her!
“Qing Qing, i... I’m so uncomfortable...”
Mu Yan Feng hugged her, pushed open a door in the corridor, and the two of them went in.
