She subconsciously grabbed the blanket in a hurry, wrapping herself tightly.
His eyebrows raised slightly in amusement as he looked down at her curled into a ball, "Don't you know? The tighter you wrap yourself, the more I like it."
Lian Xinying: "..."
He had drunk a little and a faint blush tinged his cheeks, his hazy eyes roamed over her.
Lian Xinying was really feeling warm, so she threw the blanket off.
After uncovering herself, she immediately sat up, looking at him as if she was ready to face death.
When she sat up, her disheveled hair fanned out around her head like splendid fireworks…
He couldn't help but raise his hand and place it on her fluffy head.
Her hair was messy, but it felt soft and delicate.
After touching it a couple of times, he drew his hand back.
"Come on, explain this painting to me," Yan Ye came prepared.
He placed the reassembled picture in front of Lian Xinying.
Lian Xinying was somewhat mentally prepared, but still felt panicked and at a loss.
