Although her wrist was seized, her fingers were still free to move; Ye Xiao poked Qiao Si's chest with her fingertip.
Even through his shirt, she could feel his firm chest, and the touch was exceptionally good.
"Don't mess around."
Qiao Si's Adam's apple moved, his voice hoarse.
He grasped her finger and bent down to kiss her greenish fingertips.
His gaze was incredibly tender.
Ye Xiao's fingertips trembled slightly; his lips were warm and soft, and a faint current of electricity ran through her finger, a bit numbing but not uncomfortable.
It was just a light kiss that vanished as soon as it touched her fingertip, a gentle kiss that seemed traceless yet was impossible to ignore the searing warmth.
"Have you eaten?"
Qiao Si held her in his arms, stroking her head.
She was behaving now, not moving around anymore.
"I have."
Ye Xiao sat obediently on his lap, though she wanted to be restless; her two hands were held by him, and her fingertips were still tingling.
