Song Huanyan gave Yun Jianchen a faint glance and snatched the flower from his hand, but accidentally grasped onto a thorn.
"Ah..." Song Huanyan let out a soft cry and drew back her hand, looking at her injured middle finger.
A small hole was pricked, and it bled.
Yun Jianchen looked at Song Huanyan's injured finger, took hold of it, and enveloped it in his mouth.
"What are you... doing?" Song Huanyan asked, her face flushed, her finger tingling from the sucking warmth of Yun Jianchen's mouth.
Song Huanyan tried to withdraw her finger, but Yun Jianchen held it tightly between his lips.
"Let go..." Song Huanyan said, her face turning red.
Yun Jianchen opened his mouth.
Song Huanyan tried to pull her hand back, but Yun Jianchen caught it firmly.
"..." Song Huanyan glared at Yun Jianchen.
Yun Jianchen held Song Huanyan's hand, his finger gently stirring in the palm of her hand.
"What are you doing?" Song Huanyan asked, her face red as she glared at Yun Jianchen.
