Xie Shu didn't know when he had already taken Ruan Nianxi's hand and placed it on his own cheek.
He spoke to her softly while rubbing against her soft palm.
He didn't voice what was on his mind, but Ruan Nianxi still blushed because of his previous words.
She pouted and called Xie Shu "smooth talker," but inside, she was overjoyed.
