Mu Yan pressed against Zhan Lan's soft body, his heartbeat gradually quickening bit by bit.
When Zhan Lan was embraced like this, her primal instincts flared uncontrollably, and she lifted her head to bite down on Mu Yan's neck.
Mu Yan winced in pain, but he didn't push Zhan Lan away; after all, Zhan Lan was exacting revenge for the last time he bit her.
"Sorry about that, you owe me!" Zhan Lan was in a state of disarray, if not for the last thread of reason holding her back.
She might have really pinned Mu Yan down.
Zhan Lan's soft lips grazed against his skin as she spoke, leaning on his shoulder, while Mu Yan tensed up entirely.
He slid his arm around her, pulling Zhan Lan closer to him, and with his other hand, he lifted her chin to quietly observe her disheveled appearance.
"There's no need to apologize; I'm far from being a gentleman anyway!"
Zhan Lan's eyes met Mu Yan's, which burned with a fiery intensity.