Su Muyao couldn't control the trembling sensation in her body at this moment.
She couldn't help reaching out to hug Wen Nanxi, but she tried hard to resist.
Fearing that if she touched him, Wen Nanxi would throw her off directly.
Moreover, she promised to change and must not repeat the behaviors of her former self.
So even though her hand was trembling slightly, she didn't take the initiative to touch Wen Nanxi.
It was Wen Nanxi who wrapped Su Muyao's body with his snake tail.
Even when his snake body was still, she could feel the scorching heat from every inch of her body.
In the cold, subtle fragrance, Su Muyao felt surrounded by his aura.
At this moment, Wen Nanxi's gentle brow seemed to ripple with dark ink, tinged with a hint of somberness.
His voice was soft yet slightly hoarse, "Wife, are you still hot?"
"Do you feel better?"
As he spoke, he reached out his well-defined, jade-like fingers, gently tidying her disheveled hair.
