Wen Xinya pouted and whined that Si Yiyan didn't care about her. Under the dim lighting, her coquettish manner made her look even more enchanting, like a begonia flower in full bloom. It was a truly lovely sight to behold.
Si Yiyan's heart gave an involuntary lurch. He tried to suppress his churning emotions but wasn't entirely successful and suddenly lifted her up into a princess carry.
"What are you doing!" Wen Xinya glared at him saucily.
However, due to all that wine they drank earlier, her stare was somewhat hazy and not the least bit threatening. Instead, her anger added a bit of sparkle to her eyes.
Si Yiyan set her down on the sofa. "Are your feet aching?"
When dancing the waltz on tiptoes, she could only place her weight on one foot to pirouette around and around. It was a bit like ballet, but even more passionate and fervent.
It was inevitable that her feet would ache.
