In her dreams, it seemed like a little cat was brushing its tail gently across her face.
It was very gentle, with a bit of tickle.
"Stop it." Nan Moxin mumbled, raising her hand to wave.
Pop!
The crisp sound startled her awake from the dream.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she found Murong Yan sitting beside her, and that cat tail was actually his hand.
He was touching her face! Over and over again!
Nan Moxin's face turned red instantly, mixed with a hint of annoyance: "Are you crazy? Why are you touching me?"
"Feels nice." Murong Yan withdrew his hand, his expression indifferent without a trace of embarrassment.
Nan Moxin: "..."
He answered so decisively and straightforwardly, it left her unsure of what to say.
The atmosphere became ambiguous, but of course, it was just Nan Moxin's own feeling.
For Murong Yan, whatever he wanted to do was the right thing, as long as his moral views weren't distorted.
Silence, silence, silence...
