"Trying to use your charm on me now that I'm mad, hmm?" Chen Yiran's large hands rest on her shoulders, his ink-black eyes staring at her slightly blushed face.
Tianxin pouted somewhat unwillingly, and sulked, "You saw right through me, so what's the point of trying to charm you now?"
"Who taught you this??" Chen Yiran cupped her delicate chin in his long fingers, asking lowly.
"If you Google it, you would know!" Tianxin retorted dispiritedly, before climbing off his lap and complaining, "I don't want to play anymore. It's not fun at all. You get mad at me for no reason, and when I try to cheer you up, it doesn't work. Humph, I won't bother with you anymore, I'm going to sleep!"
"Tianxin…" Chen Yiran's eyes squinted slightly. This little one, stirring up some wind and starting a fire, then intending to run?
"What??" Tianxin looked down to see him tightly gripping her wrist and couldn't help but grimace, "Ouch, it hurts! Why are you squeezing me so hard?"
