The pair lay down facing each other. Their faces were close and their breaths intermingled.
"It is indeed comfortable," Ye Sijue's devilish voice remarked as he leaned his handsome face closer.
Mo Xiaomeng thought he was about to kiss her, and her heart beat faster.
She pressed her palms against his chest. "Don't…"
"Don't what? I wasn't about to do anything."
Ye Sijue laughed and his chest shook.
Mo Xiaomeng felt the vibrations traveling from the palm of her hands to her heart.
Now that they were the only ones in the room, a single boy and a lone girl, and the atmosphere seemed really suggestive.
Mo Xiaomeng felt as if something might happen and remembered Mu Xiaoxiao's warning earlier. Gathering up her courage, she pushed him away forcefully and got up.
"I think I'd better sleep on the sofa instead!"