Suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, Ji Mo lifted his palm, gently pulled Ye Qiao's eyelid open, and carefully inspected it from top to bottom, left to right, before finally releasing his fingers, "There's no foreign object, but there is some congestion, probably because you didn't sleep well last night."
Ye Qiao gave him a white look, "It's all your fault for getting my clothes dirty."
The girl's tone was petulantly charming, and her demeanor was incredibly tempting, especially her words, which sounded even more provocative when they reached his ears.
Ji Mo suddenly felt very annoyed with himself; he had drunk too much the night before and couldn't recall anything, not even the feeling of kissing her...
The emotions he had just managed to suppress flared up once again, and his gaze naturally fell upon her lips.
At that moment, Ye Qiao was biting one side of her lips, glaring at him.
If she had gone this far and he didn't make his move, then she wouldn't be to blame.
