Qin Yin walked up to him with a frown, and he reached out to grasp her wrist, pulling her gently into his embrace. Qin Yin was startled and turned to look at him.
The two were so close, their breaths mingling.
She smelled nice, no scent of perfume, just a faint milky aroma...
Qin Yin blinked at him, "You..."
Just as she began to speak, he had already reached out to hold her chin, gently lifting it and placing a band-aid over her wound.
"Hiss." Qin Yin inhaled softly.
Nansichen spoke faintly, "It's not too deep, so it seems you're not too foolish."
Qin Yin sat in his arms, staring at him blankly, as if seeing the Nansichen from before.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Nansichen smirked, "Are you reluctant to get up?"
Qin Yin blinked, her face slightly flushed, and hurriedly stood up from his embrace.
Seeing her embarrassed expression, he suddenly felt exceptionally cheerful.
Qin Yin stood to the side, feeling somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to say to him.
