Yao Ziyan stared blankly at Luo Chuan, unable to understand what he meant for a moment. Her eyes were filled with bewildered confusion, and her mind had completely crashed.
Several seconds later, she slowly drew a deep breath. Her glass-like violet eyes rested quietly on Luo Chuan, calm yet carrying an invisible sense of pressure.
"Cough, well... I was just joking."
Luo Chuan gave an awkward laugh and hurriedly explained. He had to admit that this girl's gaze was far too dangerous—his survival instincts had been stirred awake in an instant.
Yao Ziyan said nothing. She merely narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him in silence.
The atmosphere was quiet and strange.
Luo Chuan felt a little nervous. Sometimes, compared to words and actions, silence was far more oppressive.
Time slipped by second by second, yet at this moment, it seemed especially drawn out.
Just as Luo Chuan was racking his brains over how to break the peculiar atmosphere, Yao Ziyan suddenly let out a soft breath, and her expression softened.
"Are you all right?"
This girl was acting far too abnormally. Luo Chuan was a little frightened.
Seeing Luo Chuan's expression, Yao Ziyan found him both irritating and amusing. She lowered her head and bit his arm. "Is that what you think my personality is like?"
"Hiss, my mistake, my mistake." Luo Chuan sucked in a breath and apologized repeatedly.
Yao Ziyan gave a soft snort, a victor's smile appearing on her face.
For a while, neither of them spoke again. Still, the silence from before was gone. Snuggled together beneath the warm, comfortable covers, they could clearly feel each other's body heat.
Luo Chuan felt strands of hair fall across his face, tickling him. His hand quietly slipped beneath her pajamas and stroked the girl's waist. That