She stared blankly without speaking, so Chun Tianle assumed she was shy and embarrassed, which was effectively a silent agreement, and he grew even more excited and loving.
"An'an... my little baby—"
The phone rang once more, like a death knell. However, this time it wasn't Li An'an's phone, but Chun Tianle's.
He still held the tender, soft beauty in his arms, unwilling to move. The shrill ringtone made Li An'an feel agitated and irritable. In annoyance, she slapped his chest, "Your phone! Go answer it!" Although her tone was angry and impatient, it was laced with the coquettishness that comes after a playful moment, sounding both like a complaint and a playful tease, making it particularly endearing.
Chun Tianle caught his breath and leaned in to kiss her again. Li An'an was afraid that if he continued, she would lose herself completely and refused him regardless.
