Don't You Want Me?

Flustered that Mu Feichi had stolen a kiss from her so easily, Yun Xi's hands grabbed his ears and pulled his head close to her and gave the skin on his neck an unfriendly pinch with her teeth.

With a light triumphant laugh of revenge, Yun Xi whispered in response, "Am I really the one who is lacking restraint here?"

"We are birds of a feather, aren't we?"

Mu Feichi carried her to her bedside and once she could feel the mattress below them, Yun Xi let go of her hands, but she did not retrieve her legs in time. Mu Feichi had trapped her in the posture she was in with his muscular body firmly pressing her against the mattress.

Yun Xi stared at the face above her, and her hands fumbled to stop Mu Feichi's features from coming into contact with hers.

"Wait, wait, not now, Young Commander."