"I want to make you happy."
Ji Yemo whispered, his warm breath brushing against the back of Ruan Xixia's delicate neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
"You're crazy." Ruan Xixia leaned forward, trying to put some distance between them.
But Ji Yemo, whether intentionally or not, tightened his grip around her waist. Through the thin fabric, Ruan Xixia could feel the heat from his palm.
"Ji Yemo, don't push your luck!" she said through gritted teeth.
Ji Yemo looked innocent, "I'm afraid you'll fall off."
... What a bunch of lies!
Ruan Xixia, annoyed, pinched him again, this time harder, twisting with force. Even though her hand hurt, Ji Yemo's breathing didn't falter one bit. She was shocked, "Are you even human? Don't you feel pain?"
Ji Yemo laughed, "It hurts."
"Then why didn't you dodge?"
"Why should I dodge when you're touching me?"
