"Why is your face so red, are you sick?" Li Yeqi took off his suit and placed it on the bed. When he turned back, he saw her face red as an apple, and the crimson of her cheeks made his heart itch uncontrollably.
It was just like those nights when he would comfort her, she'd always curl up beneath him, blushing terribly.
The more she did that, the more he wanted to tease her, which was probably just the inherent mischief in a man's nature.
A warm hand covered her forehead. Yan Luoxi instinctively stepped back and said with a guilty conscience, "No, I'm not sick."
Li Yeqi withdrew his hand, leaned in slightly, and stared at her unblinkingly, "So you were thinking of something naughty?"
The sudden closeness of his handsome face and his burning breath made Yan Luoxi extremely embarrassed. She covered her face and stepped back, nearly bumping into the fighter jet's wing. Li Yeqi hurriedly reached out to protect her head.
Then he pulled with force, dragging her into his embrace.
