Yang Xiaoting's cheeks were blushing red, and because her facial muscles were tense, faint dimples could be seen. Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes clear, making Ye Fan reluctant to let go of the alluring little creature in his hands. Knowing that Ye Fan was the one from last night, Yang Xiaoting didn't even have the courage to push Ye Fan away.
Within a moment's breath, the two could feel each other's presence. Ye Fan recalled that Yang Xiaoting had always been a pure young girl, never having a kiss scene in her acting. He smiled and asked, "Is your first kiss still intact?"
"Yes." Yang Xiaoting's face reddened even more.
"Since I let go of such a perfect rough gem like you last night, today let me retrieve some interest."
