A sweet fragrance wafted over.
Ying Jiuyao wrapped his arms around Su An'an's soft body.
With just a little pressure from his fingertips, he could feel them sink into her flesh, as soft as a cake.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you."
Su An'an's delicate hand roamed over Ying Jiuyao's chest.
Tears, like shattered moonlight, clung to her long, butterfly-wing lashes.
Ying Jiuyao's throat tightened. He couldn't help but pull her closer, pinning her restless little hand in place.
'Any more of this, and things would get dangerous.'
"I was just afraid you wouldn't agree, so I decided to act first and report to you later!"
The tips of Su An'an's slender fingers turned slightly pale.
She was like a bullied, drenched kitten shaking its sopping fur as she cautiously asked:
"I lied to you. You must be very angry."
"You can scold me all you want!"
Her head drooped lower and lower, the very picture of misery.
"I'm not angry!"
