"Is it really pretty?"
Ye Manman seemed skeptical, but she still smiled.
Watching her walk toward him, He Chen took a deep breath, trying to calm the heart that was about to leap out of his throat.
He couldn't speak, just stared at her intently.
Ye Manman curved her lips, stopped in front of him, and instead of climbing on him like before, she bent slightly, leaning close to his face.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Her breath was light, with a faint lipstick scent, very unique and enticing.
He Chen felt his palms starting to itch, the itch spreading to his fingertips, swiftly reversing direction up his arm.
An unspeakable sense of restlessness made him clench his jaw tightly.
He tried hard to maintain his expression, but under her gaze, he quickly lost control.
He Chen let out a heavy breath, wrapped his hands around her waist, slightly exerting force as if wanting to pull her into his arms.
"Manman, please have mercy on me..."
