The action pulled out many memories Xia Yanran had.
That unknown yet familiar feeling, that panicked and helpless fluttering, the ambiguous and heavy breathing, all made her feel dizzy.
Her emotions turned a million times.
As always, the man noticed all of her emotions.
Xia Yanran felt extremely weak and helpless. Her rationality was on the brink of disappearing, her heartstrings tensed like it would snap with just a simple pull.
She turned her head a little to avoid his touch.
Xiao Yi sat up straight, crossing his legs elegantly as he rested his chin on his hand. He stopped looking at her. "I wanted to do this when I saw you dancing with Tang Chao last night."
Xia Yanran glared at him.
"I don't regret it." He side-eyed her. Since her skin was so fair, her cheeks would be dusted with pink whenever she was angry or embarrassed, like she was a blooming flower and exuded a charming fragrance.
