Even Felicity, who was extremely slow in this regard, understood the current situation from the hand that was moving upwards.
But she didn't know what to do, so she could only turn her head to avoid the dense k!sses and refuse with a trembling voice.
After all, it was a captive bird that grew up in a simple environment, and it naively believed that it could stop the predators' greed by its crying, which would only tempt people to cry deeper.
The hand covering her eyes suddenly lost its strength and slipped off, carrying with it the weight of a burning breath. All she could hear was Victor's heavy, rapid, and painful breathing.
One night, she turned her head and saw Victor's face flushed, his brows furrowed, and his body pressing on her was unusually hot. She reached out and touched Victor's forehead, and it was indeed burning hot.
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