The moment their eyes met, Murphy's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and he froze in place, unable to move.
It's like this person has been drugged.
Song Yuanyan half pressed on him, gently K!ssed his eyebrows and cheeks, and held his cold earlobe in his mouth. His lips were very hot, and everything he touched was burned by fire. Song Yuanyan supported the bed with one elbow, his palm against Murphy's face, and the other hand slowly unbuttoned his long gown.
"Cold..." A small piece of skin was exposed to the cold air, causing Murphy to hum unconsciously.
Song Yuanyan pulled the neatly folded blanket over and covered him, K!ssing his cheek closely. Murphy stretched out his hand with some resistance, trying to push Song Yuanyan away, "Don't...you are still sick..."
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