Have You Had Enough Squeezing?

Yao Wan could not help but gently pinch the soft flesh at Xiao Yan's waist. It did not hurt at all; instead, it merely made him feel a little ticklish.

Xiao Yan could not help but laugh, holding the woman in his arms even tighter.

Yao Wan softly let out a breath. Fine, she had lost to him completely this time...

"If you dare to mess around again..."

Yao Wan could not help but try to warn Xiao Yan, but as though he had anticipated it long ago, Xiao Yan nodded in complete agreement before saying, "Of course I have no problem with that. As long as Wan'er does not suddenly come up with any strange little ideas, I can naturally control myself."

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

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

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

Seeing that Yao Wan was still being so stubborn even now, refusing to give in until she saw the coffin, Xiao Yan raised a hand and gently pinched her chin along the smooth, snowy neck beneath his fingertips. As though reminding her, he lifted her delicate head, letting her properly reflect on what it truly felt like to keep talking tough.

Sensing that particularly unfriendly gaze, Yao Wan instinctively shrank her neck. Whether she would forget the pain once the wound healed was another matter, but the wound had not even healed yet. After thinking it over, Yao Wan ultimately chose to give up on teasing Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan was normally already more than indulgent toward her, but accordingly, if Yao Wan truly went too far, she would inevitably end up playing with fire and getting burned.

Just like this time, it was more or less the same.

No matter