Bab 570: No, You Do Not

A few minutes later.

Qiao Mianmian breathlessly fought to stand up straight as she felt her legs give way beneath her, collapsing into his embrace like a deflated balloon.

She gripped on tightly to his shirt collar with one hand.

This man's kissing techniques had really gotten better after each time.

His kisses would always send a shiver down her spine without fail.

"Baby." Mo Yesi pressed his finger on her swollen and puffy lips. His gaze darkened as he spoke with a low and raspy voice. "Are you still feeling unwell? If not, I really want to…"

"No, you do not."

Qiao Mianmian reached out to cover his mouth even before he could finish his sentence.