"Cough cough cough... cough..." She choked until her face turned red, almost unable to catch her breath.
"Why are you so careless?" he chuckled softly, his tone as if speaking to a child. He loved teasing her, watching her fluster and panic.
At this moment, Song Yinyin's face was flushed, her dense black eyelashes cast small fan-like shadows on her face, fluttering alluringly.
And beneath her delicate little nose, her lips were red as if stained with rouge. Because of the violent coughing, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, making her even more enchanting.
Seeing this, Lu Jihan felt a slight tightness in his throat, as if a flame had ignited in his heart.
His gaze was constantly locked onto her face.
Seeing wine at the corner of Song Yinyin's mouth, he wiped it off with his hand, a gesture full of intimacy and ambiguity.
Song Yinyin instinctively tried to avoid him, but his arm around her waist prevented her from getting away.
