"Was I laughing?"
Caught red-handed, Lu Fengxuan still put on a serious face and feigned ignorance, "I wasn't laughing, Brother Ayin, you saw wrong."
Yu Chiyin applied some force and, drawn by the soft and silky touch of her face, he pinched it, then pinched it again.
It was as if he had finally found his beloved toy, unable to let go, touching it over and over whenever he could.
What kind of strange hobby was this?!
Lu Fengxuan, with lines of annoyance on her face, pulled his hand away and glanced at the two little ones before turning back to glare at him:
"What are you doing? The kids are watching."
As her words fell, Xiaoyi and Jiujiu immediately covered their eyes, "Daddy, we didn't see anything."
"Hey, you two little rascals!" Lu Fengxuan feigned anger to hit them.
The moment her hand was raised, it was caught by Yu Chiyin. His slender fingers slid down from her wrist, fitting between hers, fingers interlocking.
