"Huh? You won't let me touch?"
Jiang Ruan tilted her head.
A slightly wicked curve was hanging at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were full of undisguised flirtatiousness.
She knew well what the man was trying to convey.
Fu Chi looked at her with his stunning eyes, silent, unconsciously stroking the hand he placed on the table.
Jiang Ruan enjoyed seeing his helpless yet patient look. She leaned in towards him, blew a whistle at the man, and asked, "Would that elicit a reaction?"
Facing Ruanruan's fiery gaze and her bold words, Fu Chi helplessly pressed his lips together, reached up to pat her head gently, his actions always carried a sense of doting indulgence.
The scent of his disinfectant was faint, clean and refreshing.
Mixed with sandalwood, it was an addictive scent.
He said, "Stop it."
This kid's audacity was really increasing.
She seemed to trust him a bit too much.
