Shen Hanxing's movements were sometimes light, but sometimes heavy, as if she was playing a piano piece on Ji Yan's arm. Ji Yan felt the slight itch on his arm. He glanced at Shen Hanxing, then grabbed her cheeky fingers. He inadvertently glanced at Ji Qian and Ji Ning, who were chatting happily, before he lowered his voice and said, "Nothing. Madam is being naughty again."
"I don't understand what you're saying, Mr. Ji," Shen Hanxing laughed evilly. She did not behave herself when he grabbed her hand. Her delicate fingers rubbed against Ji Yan's palm, tracing the fine lines.
