Pei Yuanchen reached out to cup her face, his thumb gently pressing on her lips.
Ziyi slightly parted her lips to take his finger.
He took a deep breath, suddenly withdrew his hand, and Ziyi quickly closed her mouth, looking at him innocently.
"...Did those books teach you this?" he asked hoarsely.
Ziyi shook her head, blushing: "No, it was just instinctive..."
Pei Yuanchen's gaze darkened, trying hard to steady his somewhat disordered breathing.
...This woman is truly a seductress.
Attempting to bind him with her body, perhaps this thought really exists subconsciously within her.
If he were to taste the marrow, he might indeed prefer to die by her side.
Pei Yuanchen curved his lips self-deprecatingly.
Ziyi asked quietly: "Uncle Xiaobao, are you really not angry anymore?"
The man's Adam's apple rolled.
Anger lasted only for an instant.
