Song Tian Mo chuckled.
Ling Fei's slap wasn't strong; it felt more like tickling when landing on his hand and didn't hurt at all.
Despite Ling Fei's countless protests, asking him not to pinch her cheeks, every time he saw her adorable and delicate appearance, Song Tian Mo couldn't resist the urge to touch her.
Her skin was so soft and smooth; it felt like touching creamy gelatin, an incredibly comforting feeling that made one reluctant to stop.
"But I just like it, what can I do?" Song Tian Mo said, sitting down beside Ling Fei with a slight smile on his face, a blazing light flickering in his eyes.
Ling Fei turned her head and glanced at him sideways, her red lips slightly curved, her long eyelashes trembling gently, her dark eyes cunningly moving around.
Every time she faced Song Tian Mo, she felt this man must have a case of "skin thirst syndrome"; seeing her meant he wanted to pinch her, to kiss her.