When Ye Mingqiu pinched her with his hand, she felt as if a small flaw she didn't want to be discovered was being caught, a sensation both shameful and thrilling, and combined with the touch of skin, it always made her heart race.
Tang Ruobing, on the other hand, rejected this embarrassment, while Ye Mingqiu found it very interesting.
Normally, she always remained calm and composed, a unique rhythm of a Magic Cultivator, maintaining calm as a Mage at almost all times.
Even if someone was directly leaning on her and playing with her hair, Tang Ruobing would not show much change in expression, at most giving a helpless glance and then resuming her own activities.
In contrast to this daily routine, her blushing when her small belly was pinched, made her even more adorable.
Moreover... it did feel quite nice.
"Stop it."
