Gu Moqian knew Ji Wei had feared pain since she was young, and especially this kind of pain.
He refused, still holding her tightly in his arms.
Ji Wei waited for a moment, but seeing him remain completely still, she began to feel a bit guilty.
Gu Moqian was a man full of vigor, and she knew how difficult it must be for him to endure like this.
Moreover, being held so intimately in this position, Ji Wei's heart felt as if a little kitten were scratching at it—tingling, itchy, and unbearably restless.
It seemed she wanted something.
Biting her rosy lips, Ji Wei steeled herself with resolve.
The next moment, she suddenly buried her face into his broad, solid chest, rubbing against it, and even pressed her lips to kiss the firm contours of his chest, which remained heated from his lingering fever.
Gu Moqian stiffened abruptly, his gaze burning with a fiery desire. The rationality he had been struggling to maintain was completely ignited by the little woman's bold initiative.
