It was as if someone had struck a freeze-point, Yan Nansheng was completely stunned.
Then, he got poked from behind again.
Gently, with soft fingers...
Yan Nansheng spun around violently, looking down at the petite girl who stood only as high as his chest.
Feng Yanyan was wearing a pink puff-sleeve shirt, sky-blue jeans below, with her two long braids cutely draped in front of her, and a white baseball cap on her head. Beneath the brim of the hat, her small face was fair and pink, her almond-shaped eyes smiling and curved, her lips also turned upward into a smile, making her look like a freshly picked peach, sweet, tender, juicy, delicious... ahem, ahem.
"Big Brother Sheng." Feng Yanyan had just begun to call out when Yan Nansheng suddenly bent down, spread his arms, and just like that, scooped her right up into his embrace.
"Ah!" Feng Yanyan let out a startled cry, instinctively clinging to Yan Nansheng's arms. Before she could react, a warm breath rushed over her face.
