Du Xixi was absolutely stunned, clearly not expecting Ke Lian to move like this, not even giving her time to react. Ke Lian leaned over and pressed down on her.
The hot breath gradually shifted from the tip of the nose to the nape of her neck, with a tendency to move downward. Du Xixi's consciousness slowly became blurry, and in a daze, she felt like she had forgotten to say something.
Suddenly, a slightly cool large hand slipped under the fabric on her lower abdomen, and Du Xixi's mind instantly cleared. She reached out to hold that large hand, pressing it still.
"Ke Lian, no…" Du Xixi said breathlessly, meeting the confused and eager gaze of the man above her, and shook her head, "No!"
Ke Lian respected Du Xixi. Seeing her biting her lip and refusing to relent, he slowly calmed his breath and frowned as he asked, "Is your body inconvenient lately? Shall I make you some brown sugar water?"