He had spent a significant amount of time with Jian Anning, but this was the first time he had used the word "cute" to describe her!
"If you promise never to flirt with that Mr. Si again, I'll agree to it," he said softly, leaning in to kiss her temple.
"I've only met him three times, how could I possibly be flirting with him!" Jian Anning glared at him and was about to continue her tirade when Yu Zexiao's lips gently pressed against hers, and his other hand reached out, gripping hers tightly—fingers intertwined.
The long, piano-playing fingers were slightly dry, with rough patterns in the palm, sending tiny currents that suddenly made her pulse race!
It seemed like as they were talking, the floor had accidentally tilted. Her initial intention was to scold Yu Zexiao for being irresponsible, but somehow, why did the conversation end up focusing on her again?
She tried to pull her hand back from his palm, but he held on firmly, not letting her go.