After it was all over, Mu Yan rarely felt not tired.
She leaned against his chest, calming her breath, as the scenes from just now flashed in her mind.
She felt like a drowning person, suffocated by the sea.
And he was the floating plank in the sea, she could only cling to him, drifting up and down with him.
Light and heavy, up and down, her entire heart was being stirred by him.
She felt an uncontrollable sense of herself, but his broad and powerful arms made her feel at ease.
"Gurgle…" A soft sound broke the silence.
The man beside her leaned closer to her ear, chuckling lightly, his voice hoarse with lingering resonance, "Hungry?"
Mu Yan's cheeks flushed slightly, a little embarrassed and annoyed, "No, you heard wrong."
"Hmm?" He flipped over, pinning her beneath him, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Really not hungry?"
"Hmm!" Mu Yan turned her head away, looking elsewhere.
She wouldn't admit it, she had her pride too!
