Jiang Yixia's scream completely stunned Lu Fan.
He looked down at the person huddled in his arms. Her whole body was trembling, her hands gripping his shirt tightly, her face buried in his chest like a frightened little animal.
Lu Fan froze for two seconds, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hey, it's okay. It's fake." He gently patted Jiang Yixia's back, a smile in his voice.
Only then did Jiang Yixia realize what she had just done.
Her body stiffened for a moment, and then she tried to struggle out of his arms.
But just then, Lu Fan's hand happened to slide down, giving her waist a gentle squeeze.
The sensation was so soft it made his heart skip a beat.
Through her thin loungewear, he could clearly feel the softness of her slender waist.
It wasn't the firm slenderness of a young girl, but a gentle, fleshy softness that bore the traces of time.
Yet it was this very softness that instantly reminded him of many years ago.
