Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming sense of shame for having wronged Tianxi.
Which unfortunate junior brother had caught her eye?!!
The useless guy was humming softly: "Hand."
Just then, the wind blew and flowers fell, and a peach blossom petal landed on her blushing cheek.
Baili An picked off that peach blossom without hesitation, his hand covered hers, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of their fingers being intertwined.
In Yun Rong's eyes, a mist of confusion quickly rose up; the hot temperature of his palm could almost burn her skin, and she bit her lip, boldly asking, "How does it feel?"
Baili An gently kneaded her small hand and said sincerely, "Very soft."
Embarrassment welled up in Yun Rong's eyes, and she wanted to ask more, but Baili An leaned down and planted a light kiss on her cheek.
When she regained her composure, she looked at him with a resentful gaze.
Baili An chuckled lowly, as if knowing what she was about to ask: "I like it very much."
