C27 An Awkward Misunderstanding

"Let me go. " Han Zhiyu struggled to push him away.

Lu Yiran grabbed her hand and placed it on his bare chest. His body did not leave. The tip of their noses were pressed against each other, and their breathing blended together.

"It seems like my artificial respiration is quite effective. Aren't you awake now?"

"You. . . "

Han Zhiyu stared at him in embarrassment and shame