Lu Mian felt a warm breath against her neck. Clutching the hands around her waist, she couldn't fathom Xiao Qimo's sudden shift in mood.
"What's wrong? What do you want to ask?"
Xiao Qimo tightened his arms and lightly bit Lu Mian's ear with a hint of playful punishment.
"Do you… know Ya Qiao?"
The ticklish sensation on her ear made Lu Mian's face flush red.
"Ahem." She tilted her head slightly, unaccustomed, dodging him just a little.
The small act of avoiding hurt Xiao Qimo's feelings somewhat, so he instinctively tightened his hold on her.
"You don't want me to touch you anymore?"
Lu Mian narrowed her beautiful eyes and shot him a sideways glance. What nonsense is this?
"It tickles," she explained.
Xiao Qimo turned his head away, unconvinced. "When I touch you, and you find it ticklish, it means you don't fully trust me yet."
