Jiang Yuan covertly poked with a finger.
Hmm, it's firm; indeed, it's his abs.
"Sit still, don't move!" Xu Jiayan's thin lips suddenly pursed into a straight line, his body stiffened, tensed like a bow, as he sternly reminded.
"Okay!" Jiang Yuan immediately sat properly, but it wasn't long before her little hand started to stealthily move upwards again.
Then there came a "squeak—" Xu Jiayan suddenly hit the brakes, propped himself up on one foot, and turned around to look at her.
A pair of pitch-black eyes, deep and seemingly bottomless, as if splashed with thick ink.
Feeling guilty under his gaze, Jiang Yuan slowly retracted her hand and sheepishly smiled, "Hehe, it seems it suddenly stopped following orders, don't worry, this time I'll make sure to watch it and ensure it doesn't do anything to your abs again." After saying this, she even hid her hand behind her back, attempting to conceal the 'tool of the crime'.
