You can't touch them [1]

Yao Jing's eyelashes fluttered as she felt his fingers molding her breasts and a faint pink tinged her cheeks, though she tried to maintain composure. "By the way," she murmured, her voice breaking the soft silence, "Sister Shuang came to meet you."

Zhao Tian paused, his head resting comfortably against her chest as he glanced up. "Oh? What did she want?"

"She wanted to talk about your marriage." Yao Jing's voice held a tinge of hesitancy, though her fingers absently trailed through his hair, soothing him.

Zhao Tian raised an eyebrow in surprise, snuggling deeper into her chest with a hum of amusement. "My marriage? And what did she say about that?"

A soft sigh escaped Yao Jing's lips, her hand momentarily stilling on his head. "Well, it seems they want to conduct the ceremony as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Zhao Tian's gaze squinted "Hmm.. I see."