"Bai Chuan? How is it you!" Bai Yiran looked at him, astounded.
Bai Chuan gazed down at Bai Yiran's face, still so beautiful. At this moment, he felt somewhat conflicted, unable to describe the emotions he should have toward Yiran.
He remained silent, his deep eyes sparkling with brilliance.
Bai Yiran lay her head on Bai Chuan's chest, able to clearly hear his powerful heartbeat.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Bai Yiran urgently struggled to break free from Bai Chuan's grasp; this posture made her uncomfortable both physically and mentally.
Bai Chuan said nothing, but held Bai Yiran even tighter. The two began a struggle for dominance, obviously Bai Yiran was no match for Bai Chuan.
The strong grip caused Bai Yiran's waist to ache, "Bai Chuan, let go of me! What the hell are you doing!"
Bai Yiran pressed her hands firmly against Bai Chuan's chest, trying to create as much distance between their bodies as possible.
