Chapter 689: The solution to his anger 14_1

Her long, black hair fell in strands against his chest, with the ink-like color contrasting his fair skin. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Tianxin…" Chen Yiran's eyes dimmed for a moment, as he reached out a long, slender hand to gently stroke her smooth back, back and forth.

"Don't move…" Tianxin swatted his groping hand away, then her delicate hands tightly gripped his wrist, and lifted it over his head. It looked as though she had him pinned to the bed.

A sparkling light flashed in Chen Yiran's deep eyes. Seeing Tianxin in such a dominant position, he couldn't help but smirk, "What are you up to? Are you trying to force me?"

"You're overthinking…" Tianxin, feeling exasperated, stared at him. In the next moment, her black pupils shifted, and with one hand propped up Chen Yiran's chin, she squinted and mischievously said, "But, that's not a bad suggestion, little one!"