Zhou Fan froze for a moment.
His palm was already pressed against Xia Qingran's cheek.
The soft, delicate sensation against his fingertips was like a peeled hard-boiled egg, tender and smooth.
The intimate contact did not make Zhou Fan forget what he was doing. He carefully felt her cheek. "Hmm... Qingran, I think you must be a little cold. Your face feels pretty chilly."
Xia Qingran could not help laughing at his expression. She released his hand, leaned back a little, and crossed her legs.
The movement pulled the hem of her T-shirt up slightly, revealing more of her fair thighs.
Zhou Fan instinctively glanced at them a couple of times.
How should I put this... wasn't Xia Qingran being a little too casual?
Those dazzlingly white thighs, along with the shadows beneath her shirt, left far too much to the imagination.
Good thing it was him.
If it were any other man, who could possibly handle this?
"Qingran, be a little more careful. You're about to flash me," Zhou Fan kindly reminded her.
Xia Qingran paused, followed his gaze down to her thighs, and, rather than getting angry, actually lifted the hem of her shirt.
Startled, Zhou Fan hurriedly turned his head away. "Qingran, what are you doing?"
"What are you imagining? I'm wearing shorts." Xia Qingran looked at him with a smile.
She found teasing him like this rather entertaining.
Only after hearing that did Zhou Fan turn his head back.
Sure enough, beneath the hem Xia Qingran had lifted, she was wearing denim shorts.
But they were so short that they showed off her stunning, snow-white legs to the fullest.
"Are you really not cold, Qingran? Your face felt so chilly when I touched it just now."
Xia Qingran tilted her head, a teasing glint in her