Yang Xiaoya's actions had brought Yin Xiaofan into even closer contact with her. Yin Xiaofan could distinctly feel Yang Xiaoya's body temperature and the smooth skin on her body. Even Yang Xiaoya's heartbeat was crystal clear to Yin Xiaofan.
Yin Xiaofan's breathing grew more and more rapid, his little brother fully awakening. His nosebleed was like a fountain—he had no idea how it had started flowing.
His heart was filled with a myriad of emotions; Yang Xiaoya was clearly torturing him.
"The acupuncture hurts so much, so light," Yang Xiaoya said with increasingly blurred vision, her voice tender.
Did you think Yang Xiaoya was fantasizing? These words seemed to be written specifically for himself.
Now Yin Xiaofan couldn't control much. First, he had to hold Yang Xiao tightly in the room. Otherwise, he really wanted to kill Yang Xiaoya.
