Had Enough Pinching?

Yao Wan could not help gently pinching the soft flesh at Xiao Yan's waist, but it did not hurt. Instead, it made Xiao Yan feel a little ticklish.

Xiao Yan could not help laughing, and instead held the person in his arms even tighter.

Yao Wan lightly breathed out a mouthful of stale air. Fine, she had completely lost to him this time...

"If you dare mess around again..."

Yao Wan could not help wanting to warn Xiao Yan, but who would have thought Xiao Yan seemed to have expected this long ago. He nodded in deep agreement, then said, "Of course I have no problem with that, as long as Wan'er doesn't suddenly get any strange, wicked ideas. Then, of course, I can control myself."

"What do you mean, I have strange, wicked ideas?"

Yao Wan narrowed her light golden eyes slightly and could not help asking.

"...What does Wan'er think?"

Seeing that Yao Wan was still so stubborn even now, refusing to cry until she saw the coffin, Xiao Yan could not help raising his hand. Following the smooth snowy neck his fingertips touched, he gently pinched her chin and lifted her beautiful head as if in warning, letting her properly savor for a moment just what it felt like to keep being stubborn.

Feeling that particularly unfriendly gaze, Yao Wan instinctively shrank her neck. Whether she had forgotten the pain once the scar healed was one thing, but right now the scar might not even have healed yet. After thinking it over, Yao Wan finally chose to give up on the idea of teasing Xiao Yan.

After all, Xiao Yan was already obedient enough to her in daily life. Correspondingly, the natural result was that if Yao Wan really played a little too far, she would inevitably