Wei Anning gazed at the book pages he was flipping through in his hands; despite the distance, she could smell the musty ink fragrance of the ancient tome. She decided to be magnanimous, not to hold a grudge against a certain petty-minded wolf, and stealthily sidled up to him.
Leng Youchen's peripheral vision caught her approaching, and without a change in demeanor, he curled his lips into a slight smile. When she drew closer, he snapped the hardcover book shut with a "thwap" and looked up at her, "Want to take a look?"
Wei Anning's eyes were practically glued to it, and she nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice.
A mysterious light filled Leng Youchen's phoenix eyes as he suddenly lifted his hand, pointing his slender and attractive index finger at his own cheek, seductively saying, "Kiss me once, and I'll let you see it."
