Su Yanyi's mood showed no visible change, but Qin Jiran's face and ears reddened. He believed he was not only hallucinating sounds but also visions—otherwise, how could he feel like Su Yanyi had actually just kissed him?
It was definitely a hallucination! How could Yanyi possibly take the initiative to kiss him? The sun wasn't rising from the west!
But that soft touch, the slightly cool breath, that exquisitely etched face that seared into his bones, it all felt so real, not at all like a figment of his imagination.
"You, you kissed me..." At this moment, Qin Jiran couldn't care less about the Little White Tiger, his mind was still fixated on that light kiss from moments ago.
Su Yanyi raised an eyebrow and asked with an imposing air, "What, you didn't want me to?"
Qin Jiran certainly didn't mind and quickly shook his head, "That's not what I mean."
