The south red agate pendant was like a cinnabar mole between her collarbones, radiant and glittering, eye-catchingly splendid.
Jiang Xi was stunned for a second, reaching to take it off, "I don't want it, you…"
Her wrist was seized by Rong Nian's large hand and pressed against the door; his palm was warm, and the thin calluses on his fingertips scraped lightly against her pulse.
With just that touch, Jiang Xi tensed up, and a numbness crept down her spine.
"Don't take it off, the south red agate suits you very well."
Just last night, seeing her dance, the flower worn on her forehead was like a blazing fire, her red dress piercing straight to the heart.
At that moment, he felt that nothing in this world but south red agate could match her.
Jiang Xi struggled to free her wrist, still wanting to take it off, "I can't accept something for nothing, I…"
The next second, her lips were lightly pecked by Rong Nian, his voice low and husky, "Alright, accept it now."
Jiang Xi: "…"
