The man didn't even think twice before he reached out to help her up and then brought her inside the room. His cold skin comforted the burning sensation in her body. Bai Meiyue reached out and hugged him tight, clutching him as if she was drowning and he was her only straw.
"He–help me." She repeated as her lips brushed against the crook of his neck. "It's so hot… so hot."
She muttered in Lei Qian's ear like a charming siren; she pleaded with the man, asking him to give him the comfort that she was begging for. Lei Qian lowered his head and kissed her before dragging her inside the bedroom. As he was in a hurry, his elbow hit the vase that was sitting on top of the tea table, and it fell on the floor.
BANG.
Bai Meiyue sat up straight and looked around. Her blurry vision made it difficult for her to see through dreams and reality.
Bang. bang. Bang.
