Ye Wangchuan looked at her enchantingly and pressed his forehead against hers. "What do you think?"
Qiao Nian's heart felt like it had been burned as she met his gaze. She pushed him away without a trace. "Stand properly."
"Phew."
Ye Wangchuan chuckled and stood up lazily. "Nian Nian, I'm back."
Thud, thud, thud.
Qiao Nian's heart was brushed by an invisible feather again. It was a very gentle and soothing moment, but it was impossible to ignore its existence.
Her heart beat strongly, and the discomfort from before dissipated.
Qiao Nian's left hand was still being held. She felt his warmth through her skin when her fingers were clenched tightly.
"Why did you come back so suddenly?"
"It's not sudden."
Ye Wangchuan paused and looked at her with his seductive eyes. "My girlfriend is angry, so I came back early."
He even specially squeezed the girl's slender fingers. He looked at her lazily and asked in an intoxicating voice, "Nian Nian, are you still angry?"
