Her shirt collar was messed up because he had been resting his head on her.
It was always easier for men to get aroused in the morning.
Yin Shaojie's breaths were hot as they landed on the skin of her chest.
Mu Xiaoxiao then realized that her chest was out as though she was offering herself to him, waiting for him to get a taste of her. Her face reddened and she quickly withdrew her hand.
But it was too late. This pervert had already lowered his head and kissed her delicate collarbone.
"Stop it…" Mu Xiaoxiao moaned and hugged his head.
"Stop clutching my head. It'll hurt," Yin Shaojie said.
Mu Xiaoxiao was taken aback and she quickly released her hand.
She wanted to push his head away, but she didn't dare touch him so she had no choice but to remind him softly, "We're in the hospital, alright!"