Beneath the light, Lin Nianhe saw Su Yuncheng's ears quickly turning red.
She pursed her lips and chuckled softly, her eyes brimming with teasing.
Leaning close to him, she lifted a hand to pinch his earlobe: "Brother Yuncheng, are you feeling chilly? Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"
The cool touch of her fingers stopped his body temperature from climbing further, refreshingly cool, like thirst-quenching tea.
Su Yuncheng caught her mischievous hand, his eyes darkening slightly: "Stop fooling around."
The boiling water in the pot bubbled with steam, blurring their intertwined gazes.
Lin Nianhe came back to her senses. In this era, speaking and acting this way could get her convicted of hooliganism without a face to claim her innocence.
She blinked, quickly hiding the teasing and flirtation in her eyes, trying to look as justified and confident as possible: "I'm just worried you might fall ill."
