C42 I didn't mean it not really

Her dark red lips slightly parted, lightly matching. It was unknown if she was mumbling to herself, or tasting something.

Huo Yelin sat on the edge of the bed and caressed her cheeks. As soon as he touched her, Zhao Yelin felt like she was going to cry and she resisted weakly.

Her consciousness was still submerged in the fear she had just now. Huo Yelin was momentarily unable to move or speak