Leng Youchen couldn't help but snicker, and before he could laugh out loud, his mouth was swiftly covered by her little hand. Her face and ears flushed red as she glared at him, "You're not allowed to laugh!"
She was mortified. How could she have blurted out such vulgar words?
The corners of the man's mouth uplifted uncontrollably, his phoenix eyes shining like cold stars in the night, glittering brightly. He puckered his lips and lightly pecked her palm, causing Anning to withdraw her hand in shock. Her palm tingled slightly, and she clenched it into a fist, her heartbeat irregular and fast.
Leng Youchen saw her discomfort and reached out to lift her from the bed and place her on his lap.
Anning let out a cry of surprise, hastily throwing her arms around his neck, her heart thumping wildly until she finally sat safely on his lap. She then let out a sigh of relief, only to look up and find herself caught in his teasing gaze.
