Jiang Yuan immediately raised her head, glaring at Xu Jiayan with her big eyes shimmering with watery light.
Xu Jiayan, however, raised his hand to cover her eyes.
Jiang Yuan was taken aback, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as if two small brushes were gently sweeping across the palm of his hand, causing his heart to flutter along with it, a strange tickling sensation spreading from his palm to all his limbs. But Jiang Yuan was unaware of this and asked in confusion, "Brother Yan, what are you doing?"
Xu Jiayan felt a strange itch in his throat and, restraining himself, he replied, "Helping you wash your eyes!"
The corners of Jiang Yuan's mouth couldn't help but lift into a slight smile, which she quickly suppressed and said, "My eyes are perfectly fine, they don't need washing. Is it that Brother Yan, you're blocking my view because you're jealous that their bodies are better than yours?"
