"No..." Tianxin whined in disappointment at Chen Yiran, was her previous effort all in vain now that they are back in the room?
"..." Chen Yiran frowned, looking at her intensely.
"Why do I have to wear slippers?" Tianxin felt guilty under his glare.
Chen Yiran casually replied, "The floor is cold, and I don't have the floor heating on. If you stand barefoot like this, you'll catch a cold."
"Oh..." Tianxin's watery eyes spun around before she pushed against Chen Yiran's arm and unceremoniously sat on his lap. "Now that I'm sitting on your lap, I won't be cold, right?" She looked at him with a triumphant grin.
"..." Chen Yiran was speechless. If he leaned down slightly, he could catch a faint whiff of her scent. More importantly, his basketball jersey that she was wearing was too big for her, providing him with a tantalizing glimpse from his angle.
