"I'm... fine now." Seeing Xu Chang'an unwilling to speak directly with her, Yun Qian wasn't disappointed.
Rather, she felt that she was a person of little ambition; this alone made her very satisfied.
Indeed...
That Li Zhibai was truly impressive, able to achieve such great effects with just a touch of makeup.
Attributing Xu Chang'an's "closeness" to the makeup, Yun Qian liked Li Zhibai even more.
Perhaps being called upon, the girl's body felt a bit weak, and she leaned back on Xu Chang'an, not minding his drenched body.
"I..." Yun Qian whispered, speaking beside Xu Chang'an's ear: "Sometimes I can't figure out what you are thinking."
Xu Chang'an sensed Yun Qian's body trembling slightly, stopped joking, seriously embraced her waist, and sent continuous warm Spiritual Qi, responding, "What do you mean?"
"You, stop for a moment." Yun Qian gently pushed Xu Chang'an.
