"I..." Tianxin stared at his deep-set eyes. There seemed to be a trace of pain in his gaze. When he looked at her, there was a sense of helplessness, repression, endurance, and... doting?
Tianxin could not help but blink her eyes. Could there be a hint of indulgence towards her in Chen Yiran's eyes? Did she see it wrong...?
Chen Yiran looked at the person in front of him with a bewildered expression. Her eyes were filled with grievance, and her soft, pink lips were slightly pouted. For unknown reasons, he suddenly wanted to know how it would feel to kiss those lips.
Under Chen Yiran's hold, Tianxin felt oppressed and weakened. Seeing his eyes growing darker, she felt her heart pounding - he wasn't going to take out his anger on her, was he...?
"Are you... angry?" Tianxin asked timidly.
"..." Chen Yiran took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. His calm, warm breath brushed against her fair cheeks, tickling her.
