Ye Shiyu's faint voice suddenly came through.
Her palm was clutching Yan Huan's right hand, while her left hand was restlessly inching upward.
"Here?"
That was the wrist.
"Here?"
That was the waist.
"Or... here?"
That was the back.
As her hand gradually moved up, Ye Shiyu and Yan Huan's gestures seemed in opposition but in fact formed an embrace.
Her body was soft as early spring, carrying a coolness, thus craving Yan Huan's burning warmth.
The process of absorbing warmth made Yan Huan's back shiver slightly, but also marked her presence to Yan Huan invisibly.
Telling him: Ye Shiyu is embracing you.
"Ha..."
He took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with the floral scent from her long black hair.
Not sure if it was because of the hypnosis, Yan Huan's hand subconsciously lifted a bit, wanting to embrace back.
"I should really engrave my name in these places, Xiao Huan..."
Ye Shiyu's tall figure meant she did not need to look up to reach Yan Huan's earlobe.
