"Don't call it bullying," he said indulgently as he grazed her nose.
Leng Yu Yan sniffed and blinked, asking blankly, "Then what do you call it?"
He coaxed, "It's just being close and intimate."
As for the degree and distance, that was uncertain.
Leng Yu Yan couldn't help but feel panicked: "Why do I feel like I've fallen into a trap?"
Ye Yiheng immediately became serious, "How could that be?"
He patted her back gently as if soothing a baby: "There, there, go to sleep now."
Knowing he harbored mischievous thoughts, Leng Yu Yan muttered, "But I can't rest easy."
"Just think, we have hugged already, touching a few times won't take any flesh off."
She covered her face: "You've finally admitted it."
"I was only making a comparison," Ye Yiheng sighed, and then seized her hand to press it against his chest, "Feel my heartbeat, I'm not lying."
