Although Wang Xinying was following Yin Xiaofan's instructions, she still felt more or less shy, especially when a man's face was stripped bare, and her cheeks suddenly flushed red.
"Don't be nervous. It's okay. I will become like air," Yin Xiaofan said with a smile upon seeing Wang Xinying's timidity.
Wang Xinying glared at Yin Xiaofan; he made it sound so easy, not knowing how thin-skinned this girl was.
Although it wasn't the first time he had seen Wang Xinying like this, last time he had been too eager to reduce her inflammation to appreciate her, but this time was different; Yin Xiaofan did not feel like he had two eyes.
Wang Xinying was also one of Tianhai University's finest. She was naturally quiet. Moreover, Wang Xinying's chronic illness made her appear even more delicate. People couldn't help but feel pity for her. Her snowy white skin, like white jade, was a piece of art and constantly drew Yin Xiaofan's gaze.
