The Delinquent Recolored His Hair Black

If someone were present to hear what Si Yi said, they would definitely be flustered right now. Si Yi's words were simply begging to be misunderstood.

"Nonsense." Staying in Si Yi's embrace, Yun Jian felt his warmth and the slight rise of temperature.

As it was, Si Yi was only saying. He really held himself back from doing anything to Yun Jian.

Pressing her lips together, Yun Jian snuggled in Si Yi's hold with her face against his chest. Her eyes were tinged with a contented smile. 

It was not a sarcastic smile. Her smile came genuinely from the bottom of her heart because of the joy she felt.

Feeling a weight on her head as she was curled up within his arms, Yun Jian could feel Si Yi's hand on it before he rubbed it gently like he was treating something precious to him.

…

Yun Jian had no driver's license.