Feng Yansheng did not even flinch.
"…Hm?"
He glanced over lazily, not bothering to pull his hand back.
"Calm down, Brother," he said with an easy smile. "Why are you shouting?"
Han Soi was shaking. "Get away from her."
Feng Yansheng sighed, as if deeply wronged.
"After all," he continued mildly, "are we not both here to please our female?"
He tilted his head slightly. "Did I not ask you for tips earlier? I am just… practicing."
"…You!"
Before Han Soi could finish, Feng Yansheng leaned down.
He brushed Yue Yue's hair aside and planted a soft, lingering kiss just below her earlobe.
Han Soi saw black.
That was when Yue Yue finally woke up.
The sudden cold air from Han Soi's shouting, combined with the strange heat at her neck, jolted her awake.
"…Mm?"
Her eyelashes fluttered. She opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Han Soi standing beside the bed, hair a mess, face flushed red with rage.
"H Han Soi…?"
Then…
She felt something on her chest.
"…?"
