It seems that An Yeran had a dream.
In the haze, it felt like a pair of icy hands were caressing her head.
Those hands were a bit strange. The scraping of nails on her face gave a slight itching sensation. Perhaps they were too sharp, because after the itch, there was a bit of pain on her cheeks.
The owner of the hand seemed to notice this.
His movements became more gentle.
Gradually, he seemed not satisfied with just the cheeks.
His coffee-colored eyes darkened and slowly moved downwards, falling on her slightly parted lips.
From the soft lips came a slightly sweet breath. She liked honey leaf, and the aroma of honey leaf was very similar to jasmine.
No wonder she always had the faint scent of jasmine on her body.
An Yeran felt someone lightly touching her lips. She slightly frowned, wanting to wave away those hands, but found herself unable to move.
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, indicating her displeasure.
