"You...you let go." Ye Muyu only felt a tingling sensation spread from her spine to her brain, her face already flushed with embarrassment.
Chu Heng's deep eyes watched her, but he did not let go; instead, he bent down and gave a forceful suck.
After a bit of commotion, Ye Muyu grabbed Chu Heng's shoulder, and only when he lay beside her did she let out a sigh of relief.
"Alright, you should rest now." Ye Muyu reached out to wipe his mouth for him.
Chu Heng kissed her hand and smiled warmly, "Okay, I'll rest now."
"If you're ever feeling unwell, just tell me directly," Chu Heng advised, eyes closing but still concerned.
Had he not appeared entirely sincere, without a hint of any other motive, Ye Muyu might have suspected he did it on purpose.
