Chapter 672

"No." Han Rui shook his head, hesitated, then asked tentatively, "Why haven't I seen... lately?"

"You mean Little Sister." Yang Yan smiled. "I told her yesterday that you had moved out and would be coming over today. She's probably packing her things right now."

Han Rui understood at once. As he nodded, he felt a little disappointed. He had originally planned to find a chance to talk with Yang Yan alone, but it was fine if she came too—it would save them the awkwardness... Hmm, that way of thinking seemed a little indecent. But it couldn't be helped; reality forced his hand, and he could only follow his heart. He couldn't be blamed for it. After all, he was a transmigrator; he had to know himself. Still, Yang Yan seemed a little... well, a little unusual. He wondered whether she was...

As Han Rui let his thoughts run wild, Yang Yan quietly approached. Her delicate, jade-like hands settled on his shoulders and began kneading gently as she said softly, "Let me give you a massage first and ease your fatigue."

"Alright. Thank you for your trouble." Han Rui nodded.

Yang Yan pressed her lips into a smile and massaged him gently. Her palms slowly moved downward, gliding over his shoulder blades and collarbones. Her fingertips brushed his muscles with a trace of coolness. Han Rui closed his eyes and enjoyed it, but after a while, he lightly pushed her hands from his shoulders and said softly, "That's enough."

Yang Yan raised her head and blinked playfully. Her rosy lips parted slightly as she breathed out softly, like an orchid in bloom. The faint, elegant fragrance was refreshing and intoxicating.

Han Rui froze for a moment, a powerful desire rising within him. But he quickly suppressed it and regained his composure.