Chen Yiran smiled, his fingertips continuing to wander across Tianxin's back.
Gradually, gently, his touch became particularly tender, his fingertips gliding over her skin as if a breeze of spring brushed across her face.
Tianxin suddenly felt a tingling sensation on her back, waking up from her drowsiness, she opened her hazy eyes to see Chen Yiran and asked softly, "Yiran brother?"
"Hmm?" Chen Yiran responded lightly.
"Are you done massaging??" Tianxin looked at Chen Yiran who sat on the bed, the light casting a faint halo on his distinctly contoured cheeks, his deep eyes seemed to hold a vast universe, twinkling with points of starlight.
"Yeah, more or less." Chen Yiran's lips curled into a mischievous smile, withdrawing his hand from Tianxin's back and then leaning forward, his lips touching her smooth skin, kissing earnestly, inch by inch.
