"..."
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Yan Tingfeng's body suddenly stiffened, his brows and eyes showing disbelief and amazement for the first time.
Whom had he kissed?
Whose lips had he bitten?
The calmness that had settled in his heart gave way to a storm, wave after wave crashing down almost shattering his chest.
Yan Tingfeng's hand also trembled, and the teacup fell.
But the expected sound of breaking did not occur, because Ye Wanlan reached out and effortlessly placed the cup back in the palm of his hand.
The burning sensation on the tips of his fingers made Yan Tingfeng's hand tremble again; he blinked blankly and looked down.
It was as if a little deer was gently prancing against his chest, again and again.
"I've analyzed your actions then," Ye Wanlan spoke with calm and composure, "Your hands were under my control, and your body couldn't move. The only thing you could move was your head, so instinct would drive you to make the most rational attack."