Ah Da felt something continuously creeping into her mouth, like a worm, and she opened her eyes in fright.
She realized she was lying down on the sofa at some point, with Qin Yu hovering above her, his arms propped beside her, and, even more brazenly, his fingers were in her mouth.
The young girl stared with her round, dewy eyes, dimly confused; Qin Yu breathed more quickly, unable to bear her staring at him, and he lowered his head to capture her lips.
"Mmm…"
Just as Ah Da tried to speak, she was silenced, unable to utter a word; her hands were squeezed between them, lacking any strength, and all she could do was tilt her chin and let him do as he pleased.
With their sizes so mismatched, he lay on top of her like a small mountain, reminding Ah Da of two nights ago when he had held her so tightly she couldn't breathe.
