Wei yang stood rooted to the spot she was put down by Mo lingtian, not moving an inch. Her mind was in turmoil. She walked to the mirror in front of her dressing table which she has never used before.
Staring at the image which was staring back at her, she slowly raised her hand and placed two fingers on her slightly swollen and red lips.
She caressed it a little as her mind traveled through the two kisses they'd had since yesterday. 'It should be three, but I can't remember anything I did in my sleep.' She thought.
She raised the other hand and slowly passed it over her pinkish blushing face as her heartbeat accelerated and start to beat erratically.
"What's happening to me?" She frowned.
She was a medical doctor, but couldn't find anything wrong with herself.
