"An Yi, I'm chasing you." He leaned close to her ear and said softly, his hot breath spreading over her skin, and his long and beautiful fingers caressed her head, rubbing it gently. An Yi moved his hand away reflexively. She was not used to strangers getting too close to her. "I'm sorry." Xu Moyan, who was ridiculous and arrogant, turned out to be worthless at times. "I'm just not used to people touching me suddenly." The hand waving in the air was stunned, and he went to hell.
"Okay." An Yi ignored the wanton affection in his eyes and kept a calm look on her face. She lowered her head, her mood was a little complicated, and indescribable emotions lingered in her heart. She was afraid of strangers and slow-tempered, but she could be kind to herself. She was not slow, but overly sensitive.