"What??" Chen Yiran looked at her slightly troubled little face with his deep-set eyes and asked softly.
"It's just that I feel a bit..." Tianxin's small face instantly flushed to the root of her neck, she leaned close to Chen Yiran, lowered her voice, and whispered to him: "Burning... with... desire..."
"Cough cough cough..." Chen Yiran was startled by her words and nearly choked on his saliva. He couldn't help coughing a few times, his face filled with a shocked expression as he looked at Tianxin and asked, "Are you okay?"
"..." Tianxin gave him a blank look; what kind of reaction was that?
"Are you drunk?" Chen Yiran fell silent for a while, then asked Tianxin in a somber tone.
"No." Tianxin replied with certainty: "My consciousness is very clear right now."
"Then you..." Chen Yiran looked at her with full of confusion.
"I just want to kiss you!" Tianxin said and lunged towards Chen Yiran again.
