Mu Anhan blushed instantly, reaching out to pat his shoulder; these were the words she'd said to him on the way here.
She said she wanted to keep him warm, but now that he's injured, he still wants to keep her warm.
"I'm not cold at all!" she huffed softly.
In truth, this so-called warmth was just a signal of flirtation between two people.
Gu Xiaozhan is injured now; how can she flirt with him?
He lowered his head to kiss her lips, her lips cool to the touch, how could she not be cold?
Mu Anhan wrapped her arms around his neck: "Don't... you're injured..."
Although the poison had been cleared, remnants lingered; how could she let him be so reckless?
"Can kissing transmit poison?" he paused, asking seriously.
Mu Anhan's cheeks flushed, "No. But..."
"I won't do anything." he replied hoarsely.
Mu Anhan whimpered softly, wanting to say something, but it was all kissed away by him.
She kissed more eagerly than he did.
Her heart surged like the tides.
