Ye Muyu's head was still a bit dizzy, and she had to be held at the waist to stand steadily.
She could only move one hand, completely unable to resist Chu Heng.
She could only softly lean against his shoulder.
Ye Muyu rested for a while before feeling like she was back to life: "Ah Heng, I'm hungry."
Ye Muyu leaned her head on his shoulder, unwilling to move, feeling like a poor scholar whose energy had been drained by a monster.
"You little enchantress." Ye Muyu slapped him lightly on the face, with no strength, sliding down his cheek.
Chu Heng's lips curled slightly: "Alright, be good, I'll go take a shower and come out in a bit."
"Go ahead." Ye Muyu hummed twice, patting his shoulder disdainfully on purpose: "You're all sweaty, you stink."
"Really? Smell again and see if I stink." Chu Heng leaned in closer to her on purpose.
Ye Muyu pretended to dodge back, shivering: "Ah ah ah, don't come over here, your sweat is all over my face."
