"Tsk tsk, check out this position!" Wu Bao scoffed in Si Huang's mind.
"Are you on a grass-only diet? Why are you so skinny?" Qin Fan asked with a deadpan look on his face.
Si Huang was speechless. 'Just because you have a deadpan look on your face, it doesn't mean I can't hear the smug tone in your voice!'
"Just what do you want?" she asked calmly.
Qin Fan stroked Si Huang's face with his free hand. He was taken aback by the smooth, tender sensation of her skin—it was like stroking an egg. 'Would it crack if I pinched it?' Seized by a novelty-seeking urge, Qin Fan applied pressure. The result? Her face didn't crack. It turned red instead.
Si Huang's eyes were gleaming with flames, especially when Qin Fan's hand gravitated toward her chin and neck… "You're not a grown-up, are you? You still don't have your Adam's apple." If he went any further, he'd be touching her breast! Was that his plan?
"Stop!" Si Huang snapped icily.
