Chen Yang embraced An Ning and returned to the hall, his palm gliding over An Ning's smooth and delicate arm, tickling her. Despite feeling ticklish, the thought of Chen Yang's recent domineering behavior kept her from resisting.
She peeked at Chen Yang. Although his earlier display of ignoring Chen Kang was a tad reckless, she thought the moment he protected her was just so manly, so secure.
"What are you looking at me for? There are so many people here. Want to see more? I'll strip when we get home and let you take your time."
Just as An Ning was sneaking glances at Chen Yang, he suddenly turned his head, staring into An Ning's eyes with an "innocent" face.
Seeing Chen Yang's mischievous smile, An Ning realized that the man in front of her hadn't changed a bit. He was still the same frivolous person, and she quickly pulled away from his grasp, pouting, "Who was looking at you? Stop talking nonsense."
"Heh heh, you were clearly looking at me."
