Xiao Sichen's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Chu Jin, his long fingers gently tapping on Ye Ranran's neck intermittently, his tone tender and tinged with guilt.
"Sorry, I lost control last night. You can punish me, okay?"
His words, suggestive and delivered in a uniquely seductive tone, were truly lethal.
Ye Ranran was more than just blushing now; her neck and the backs of her hands were flushed pink.
Xiao Sichen's rough palm engulfed her petite, pale hand, and he lowered his head to kiss her palm. "Don't be mad, okay?"
Ye Ranran seemed like she had been electrified, quickly withdrawing her hand and looking solemnly at Xiao Sichen, unable to unleash the anger she felt.
Chu Jin could no longer stand by; he dropped his gentle demeanor, his deep and persistent gaze turning cold and compelling.
"Ranran, go to the cold drinks section and get some ice cream!" he said.
He meant to send Ye Ranran away.