Shen Jin had already felt Yun Xiaoran take her hand, and by now, she had completely forgotten that she was supposed to give him the hair tie.
"You're holding my hand so tightly. Do you like me?"
Shen Jin gave a sly smile, then gripped Yun Xiaoran's hand tightly like a sulky little girl. Still holding his hand, she turned her head away, not wanting him to see her burning-red face.
Watching Shen Jin turn away, Yun Xiaoran suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of possessiveness. He caught her chin and turned her face back, then pinched her cheek.
It was soft, red, and hot.
No tool or prop could ever replicate that feeling.
At first, pinching her cheek felt like touching flour, followed by a gentle warmth. Finally, as the muscles in her face tensed, he found it harder and harder to stop touching her.
Yun Xiaoran had thoroughly enjoyed himself.
"What are you doing?"
Seeing Yun Xiaoran actually pinch her cheek, Shen Jin felt angry, annoyed, and a little nervous under the influence of alcohol.
She had never expected him to be bold enough to touch her face outright.
This...
That was supposed to be my thing, okay?
I can touch his face, but what gives Yun Xiaoran the right to touch mine?
Shen Jin tilted her face up and glared resentfully at Yun Xiaoran, at a loss for what to do with her hands and feet. Her heart was practically leaping into her throat.
Although she wanted this to end quickly, her body refused to obey. She stood there frozen, letting Yun Xiaoran stroke her pretty face.
Yun Xiaoran's touch was delicate. Rather than squeezing her cheeks roughly, he stroked them gently, adding little pinches at random. It felt as soothing as a facial massage.
It was impossible