Seeing the flirtatious gaze Yan Luan threw, Chu Yue chuckled foolishly, almost drooling.
He reached out to grab Yan Luan's small hand, and Yan Luan naturally extended her hand over as if nothing happened.
"Crack" - Chu Yue's face instantly turned blue.
Yan Luan feigned surprise and withdrew her hand: "Oh dear, did I use too much strength?"
Before Chu Yue could react, she continued with a seductive smile: "But you're the mighty second lord, strong and unyielding, how could a fragile woman like me possibly hurt you~ right, second lord?"
She gently brushed Chu Yue's face with her sleeve.
Chu Yue gritted his teeth through the pain in his hand, forcibly pulling out a smile on his bluish face: "The beauty is right, your hands are soft and boneless, how could you injure me?"
Yan Luan blinked her eyes, actively reaching out to grab his hand, but this time she couldn't catch it no matter what.
