Chen Yiran, who had been enduring for a long time, finally revealed a smile that indicated relief.
Then without waiting for Tianxin to ask again, he plunged directly into her body.
In the warm room, the atmosphere instantly turned romantic.
Late into the night, Tianxin, entirely drained of energy, collapsed onto the bed, taking a while to regain her senses.
Chen Yiran was propping his head up with one hand, lying next to her, absentmindedly playing with the ends of her hair. At this moment, looking at her turning her head, the corner of his lips curved into a charming smile.
Tianxin was intently staring at that smile on his lips. After a long while, she muttered two words: "Shameless."
"Thanks for the compliment." Chen Yiran responded with a slight smile, shaking the tips of Tianxin's hair in his hand, grinning cheerfully.
"…" Tianxin couldn't help but roll her eyes. Did he think she was praising him?
