110, A Dream, Playfulness Arises

When Shi Yuhuan entered, Song Qinghuan was already asleep, her sleeping posture wasn't peaceful or innocent, but simply strange.

This was Shi Yuhuan's opinion, which was not overly harsh.

He seemingly looked down upon her, but couldn't help but sit down beside the bed, propping up his head single-handedly as he quietly watched Song Qinghuan.

Her face was indeed unattractive. She looked unattractive already, so why did she have to sleep with her mouth slightly open?

What if a fly flew in?

With this thought, he couldn't help but lightly touch her lips with his finger. They were very soft.

Seemingly thinking that there was something delicious, Song Qinghuan stretched out her tongue and licked it.

Shi Yuhuan felt a shock through his finger, like he had been lightly electrocuted, sending a strong, tingling sensation through him.

He looked down at her peculiarly, then tapped lightly on her nose with his finger.

Song Qinghuan suddenly furrowed her brows, muttering, "Scoundrel...."