"Qingge, I'm so hot." Qin Yiyao's voice wasn't as cold as usual, instead, it carried a hint of coquettishness.
Saying this, her body weakly leaned toward Mu Qingge, as if the aura she could draw from her could soothe the unfamiliar heat in her heart.
Mu Qingge's eyes widened suddenly, catching Qin Yiyao's falling body, and before she could speak, she heard a soft moan from the other side, prompting her to turn her head.
The lying Bai Xiyue, at this moment, disregarded her own injuries, curling into a ball, her cheeks constantly rubbing against the silken fabric beneath. Her half-squinted eyes were blurred as if intoxicated.
"Qingge..." At this moment, Qin Yiyao no longer maintained her usual aloofness, she was like a water snake wanting to entwine around Mu Qingge.
Those cool little hands even attempted to slip into Mu Qingge's collar. Startled, Mu Qingge quickly grabbed them and pulled them back.
If previously Mu Qingge hadn't realized what was happening with the two women,
