Ye Fan quickly caught the hidden tension beneath Li Zhaojun's eyes and couldn't help but feel smug inside, "Aren't you proud like a queen? Feeling nervous now, huh? Aren't you going to stand still like a good little quail and let me wrap my arm around you?"
He approached Li Zhaojun with a smile on his face, but did not rush to wrap his arm around her delicate waist; instead, he contemplated whether to do so from the left or the right.
Li Zhaojun felt the torment of a condemned prisoner. Seeing Ye Fan procrastinate so long without taking action, she couldn't help but urge him, "If you're going to hug me, just do it!"
"Hehe, no hurry, no hurry," Ye Fan said with a laugh. He felt that watching the nervous expression on Zhao Jun's pretty face was more interesting than hugging her.