She couldn't resist, pouting and glaring at Lu Jihan: "Lu Jihan, that's enough. Do you want to see how I freak out?"
"Oh, how will you freak out?" he responded lazily.
His voice was so pleasant that it always reminded Song Yinyin of the richest, most aromatic red wine from France, intense and magnetic, tugging at one's heart.
Song Yinyin was both shy and annoyed, deciding to 'fight fire with fire.' She reached out both hands to start smooshing his handsome face.
"Is it fun? Alright, then I'll play too. Mmm, just like this, let's see if you're happy or not, let's see who can hold out till the end!"
She haphazardly smooshed and poked his face, his short hair, his nose, eyes, and lips. Lu Jihan was amused and surprised; he didn't expect her to 'retaliate' like this.
Since she wanted to play, how could he not cooperate all the way?
The next second, he suddenly gripped her wrists tightly, pulling them above her head.
