Chen Yiran leaned over to fasten the seatbelt of the passenger seat for her. His fingers unintentionally grazed Tianxin's cheek, the traces of her tears already dried. Her cheek was warm and smooth, like silky tofu or slippery jelly.
After hesitating slightly, he reached out, lightly poking Tianxin's soft, plump cheek, watching as it deformed slightly under his touch. A small smile curved at the corners of Chen Yiran's lips.
In a moment, he found himself taken by a playful mood. Poking and squeezing her cheek, he further squished it into a small duck's beak shape. As he watched Tianxin sleep so peacefully, he finally leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on her rosy cheek.
As he straightened back up, his gaze brushed over her reddened, pouty lips. Chen Yiran's dark eyes dimmed for a moment in thought. He extended two fingers to take hold of her soft cheek, squishing her mouth once more into a small duck's beak, and then gently kissed it.
