Han Zeyu looked at An Mengmeng guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, you are sick and I still act like this. I really deserve to die. I didn't control myself well. I'm sorry, Mengqi."

Han Zeyu really wanted to cut himself into eighteen pieces at this time. Mengmeng was already sick and yet he couldn't control it. He even took off her clothes until only her panties were left.

"It's okay, Qingze, haven't you stopped already?" An Mengmeng didn't blame him.

Han Zeyu sat up and without saying anything, he picked up the small panties and put them on An Mengmeng. After putting them on, he picked up the skirt and put it on for her.

"What's wrong? Qingze? Don't be silent." An Mengmeng also sat up after getting dressed, but she was a little unsteady and fell into Qingze's arms.

"Don't get up if you feel uncomfortable." Han Zeyu's voice became softer.

It seems that he is still blaming himself, but she thinks it's okay, right? What's there to blame him for? After all, he hasn't done this once or twice.

"Then don't blame yourself. You are not wrong at all, Qingze." An Mengmeng put her arms around Qingze's waist and listened to his heartbeat.

The beating of the heartbeat. In the past, she always asked her teacher why people had heartbeats.

"Then you don't blame me?"
Chapter completed!