"It's nothing..." Chen Yiran gently closed his eyes, quietly indulging in someone's active seduction.
Seeing his lack of resistance, Tianxin suddenly grew bolder.
Her teeth grazed his earlobe lightly, then her little hands daringly ventured under Chen Yiran's clothes, bringing with them a cool air, touching his warm skin.
Chen Yiran was frozen.
Her fingertips were cool, soft yet smooth, as they traced a faint path across his skin. Each upward inch seemed to tug on his nerves.
"Tianxin…" He couldn't help but whisper her name.
"Hehe... Brother Yiran…" Tianxin gave a mischievous laugh, then suddenly blew a breath into his ear.
"Uhm…" Chen Yiran reached out, grabbing her arm, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her intensely.
"What?" Tianxin looked at him innocently. His face looked so serious… Could it be that he was about to get angry again??
