Bo Sishen lifted one hand, placing it under his head, while the other hand rested on her waist, holding her all night.
His deep, dark eyes stared at her flushed little face without blinking, and his low, hoarse voice rose quietly in the spacious presidential suite, "If I hadn't stopped you last night, I might have lost my innocence again."
Mu Shini glared at him, retorting, "No way! It was you taking advantage of me when I didn't feel well!"
Bo Sishen's lips curved slightly into a mischievous smile, "Nian Nian, it's one thing for you to misbehave when drunk, but even when you're sick, you're still so restless. If I hadn't stayed calm last night, you would have succeeded in taking advantage of me again, just like our first meeting!"
Last night, after he finally managed to bring down her fever, he was exhausted. Just as he was about to rest, she climbed out of bed and came over to his side, her little hands wreaking havoc.
