"Xiao Yue." Mo Siyu, who had already been enduring enough hardship, felt almost overwhelmed as Tang Yue teased him.
His deep eyes, appeared even more profound than usual.
Tang Yue put her hands on his shoulders, lifted her head slightly to meet his gaze. She had just leaned in, not yet speaking, when she felt a force on her back, and suddenly, she was embraced in his arms.
"Don't ignite the fire." Mo Siyu's husky voice sounded, tightly holding her even though he knew it didn't help calm his body quickly, but he couldn't bear to let go of her delicate, soft body.
It was hard enough waiting for the weekend, but he was busy every day, even though Tang Yue came to the squad, they didn't have much time together.
"I can put out the fire," Tang Yue responded in a weak voice.
Mo Siyu's body trembled slightly, he slowly released his hands, his forehead resting against hers, his deep eyes staring into hers, he said, "Do you realize what you're saying?"
