C951 Small Silence?

Yan Molin's entire body froze into a block of wood. In the dark, his breathing became scorching, and he didn't dare to move an inch.

However, Gu Zifei was not satisfied. She muttered:

"Mr Yan, it's not comfortable like this. Lift your arm, put it under my neck, and rest your head on the pillow."

Yan Molin: "..."

He raised his arm stiffly and a small head fell on top of his head