Really thinking she, Chu Nanxi, is a soft persimmon, to be casually kneaded?
Chu Nanxi lifted her right hand and covered his mouth, "Li Hannian, I warn you, from now on you are not allowed to casually..."
There was a slight movement atop her head, and the man's fingers retracted, stopping mid-air, holding a small ball of grey fluff between his pale fingers—apparently, she had accidentally picked it up while climbing the bookshelf earlier.
Chu Nanxi was stunned.
He... He was actually helping her pick off a lint ball?!
With his left hand capturing her wrist, Li Hannian leaned down, his ink-dark eyes almost at kissing distance, meeting hers.
In the air, his breath spread—pine mixed with a faint hint of lavender and grass, as if surrounded by plants and mountains.
"Casually what?"
Still holding her wrist, Li Hannian didn't move her hand away but pressed it less tightly than before.
