A breeze brushed across the man's forehead, revealing those cold, obsidian-like eyes.
He lowered his head, his gaze caught the mischievous smile of the woman below.
After a moment of staring, his thin lips parted slightly, his voice magnetic, "Pretty arrogant, huh?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the iron arm around her waist suddenly tightened, and Ye Jiuliang almost felt her waist might snap.
"You're killing me, let go," her lips curled into a provocative smile that slowly faded as she complained in a hushed tone.
She'd been the one to start the teasing, yet now she acted all righteous.
Quite the bold one, huh.
Li Mochan caught her fidgeting hands, his handsome face closing in, filling her vision, "Still dare to do it?"
"I just scratched a bit, isn't that allowed?" Ye Jiuliang's eyes swept upward, exuding a rogue charm, "Stingy ghost."
She made it sound so casual, just a scratch, was she unaware that a single scratch could set off a fire?
