Looking down again, he saw Feng Yanyan leaning against him with a flushed face, her lips red and swollen, tinted with a seductive blood-red hue.
Yan Nansheng lowered his head, his voice low and hoarse, "Feeling shy?"
Feng Yanyan: "..."
Just as he was about to kiss her again, Feng Yanyan quickly turned her head away.
"The windows are closed, what are you afraid of?" Yan Nansheng said with the tone of a child who couldn't get any candy.
Feng Yanyan was breathing slightly, her mind gradually calming down.
After a while, she turned her head and looked at Yan Nansheng earnestly.
Those eyes, brimming with an enchanting spring light at the moment, seemed to hold two pools of spring water, long and slender, curling up at the ends, further accentuated by his thick, curled lashes, especially affectionate when he focused on someone.
Not to mention herself, probably any other woman would think he was deeply in love with her when looked upon like this...
