Su Wan's eyes widened when she heard what Jiang Xuecheng said.
This man was asking even though he knew the answer!
"Who told you to mess around? Otherwise, I wouldn't have to use 'making soup' as an excuse!"
Su Wan rolled her eyes. She wanted to stand up, but Jiang Xuecheng's legs were pressed on her body. His hands were also pressing on Su Wan's shoulders, making her unable to move.
Jiang Xuecheng caressed Su Wan's face. It was as if he was sketching a work of art as his fingertips slowly rubbed around Su Wan's face.
Jiang Xuecheng's pair of slender hands were quite to the taste of people who loved slender hands.
His skin was fairer than that of an average man's. His nails were very clean. They were trimmed short and his joints were distinct. It was a pity that he did not play musical instruments like the piano.
However, these hands were now moving on her face.
