"What nonsense is this?!" Shu Yin tried in vain to push him away. Yan Ci didn't move at all, not impressed by Shu Yin's words. As her hands pressed against his chest, she distinctly felt the warmth coming from beneath his wet shirt. His skin was so scalding that her hands were shivering. Yan Ci braced his hands against the makeup table with Shu Yin