"Ding ding ding~"
The continuous, intense pain from the muscles pressed against the wall made Yan Huan's smile stiffen on his face.
The ringing phone in his hand, pressed against the wall, caught the attention of both Yan Huan and Tong Yingying.
"Sister Shiyu?"
Tong Yingying glanced at the lit-up phone screen, just about to ask, but as she turned her head, she suddenly caught Yan Huan's gaze fixed upon her.
Or, to be more precise, on her lips.
"..."
Only then did she realize she was a bit too close to the young man before her, so close that her eyelashes could feel his breath.
"Thump..."
A nervous sound came from her chest for an instant before quickly calming down, as Tong Yingying's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
After a moment of silence, she asked,
"You, why are you looking at my mouth?"
Yan Huan blinked, lifted his gaze, and met her slightly evasive eyes.
The reason was simple.
