Leng Yu Yan turned around and pinched his waist, which was rock-hard with muscle.
She swung her hand and gave him a slap.
"Not fair, I can't get a grip. Can I pinch you?"
She lifted her lashes to look at him, her beautiful eyes clear and brimming with a smile.
Ye Yiheng laughed and cried at the same time: "Go ahead and pinch."
His voice was almost doting.
A sly flicker crossed the depths of her eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Yiheng's handsome brows knit together slightly as he felt her soft fingertips on the side of his waist, her fingers twisting the flesh and giving it a fierce twist.
"Hisss..." he reached out and pinched her delicate and petite chin, "Using such force, huh?"
His voice was mischievously teasing, with the intonation gently rising at the end.
"Wasn't it you who agreed to let me pinch?" she said, blinking innocently.
Ye Yiheng hummed lightly, bent his head, and began to nibble on the slightly open collar of her neck.
