Zheng Luan kissed Su Yan, and as he kissed her, he reached out to tug at her clothes.
Su Yan was stunned for a moment.
Then she reached out and pressed him down.
Su Yan spoke.
"Are you running a fever again?"
The moment she touched him, she felt his body was burning hot, like a lump of coal.
Su Yan couldn't help glancing at him.
Then she looked again at the night sky.
How come this person didn't seem quite the same as he'd been during the day?
Swapped out his core?
No way.
In the daytime he'd barely wanted to talk to her, and every word out of his mouth was mockery.
How come once it's night, his heart and eyes are all set on seducing her?
She pulled him toward the living room.
She hadn't noticed it just now, but the farther she went in, the more she felt the air conditioner was set way too low, the cold biting.
She searched around and couldn't find the remote.
She asked,
"How do you turn off the AC?"
Zheng Luan glanced at it.
"It's broken, can't be turned off."
