"Don't... This is someone else's home," Tianxin, panting for breath, collapsed in Chen Yiran's arms and whispered softly.
"Um... So what?" Chen Yiran looked at her leisurely, asking with a carefree attitude.
"So... You can't... Can't..." Tianxin's little face instantly flushed with color, and she found herself stuttering, unable to finish her sentence while looking at Chen Yiran's relaxed demeanor.
"What can't I do??" Chen Yiran hugged her, his fingers trailing from her back over her shoulders, all the way to her soft chest.
"Anyways... You just can't," Tianxin quickly slapped his hand away, snatched the blanket back to cover her chest, then promptly lay down, curling herself up away from him.
"What are you doing?" Chen Yiran looked at her, apparently curious, as she rolled herself up like a big burrito.
He reached out to tug at her blanket, only to find that he couldn't move it.
