In the darkness, the sense of touch becomes exceedingly acute.
Yu Chiyin felt her soft lips brush against him, her warm breath carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
His hand that hung by his side clenched suddenly, a restless energy rising within him.
Lu Fengxuan, completely oblivious, kissed him with no particular skill while murmuring softly, "…humoring you."
"..."
As her kisses trailed lower, Yu Chiyin's muscles tensed up completely, and he raised his hand to hold her shoulder, wanting her to stop.
But before he could speak up, Lu Fengxuan let out a plaintive cry, "Ouch…"
The moment she exclaimed in pain, Yu Chiyin quickly let go, gasping for air, and coaxed with a hoarse voice, "Axuan, stop messing around."
"Didn't you ask me to humor you?" Lu Fengxuan's confused voice was full of bewilderment, "I am humoring you, don't you like it the most when…"
Each sentence seemed like striking a match.
