Song Nuan was taken aback and instantly stopped fidgeting, retracting her hand.
Her heart was stirred with ripples, and she cautiously lifted her almond-shaped eyes to look at Lu Yan.
The expression on the man's face showed no change, but those narrow eyes were tightly locked onto her face.
This gaze seemed overly intense and heated, making Song Nuan's heart jump. Despite the cold weather, Song Nuan felt a wave of heat rising from within, reflected in her soft white cheeks.
Flushing red.
"Not listening, do we?" Lu Yan leaned down, getting closer to Song Nuan: "Still touching around?"
The man's low and husky voice made Song Nuan blush even more.
Lu Yan chuckled softly: "Getting flushed and shy so easily, yet still insisting on teasing me."
He reached out, touching Song Nuan's cheek: "Little Miss Song Nuan, can you behave a bit, grow up well, and stop worrying everyone?"
Song Nuan turned her face away, feeling like she was being scolded like a young preschooler.
