"Keep talking like that, and I'll stop paying attention to you!" An Yan warned feigningly angry.
Xue An suddenly became playful and then stretched out a finger to gently lift An Yan's chin, flashing a wicked smile, "Woman, do you know you're playing with fire by doing this?"
An Yan was stunned for a moment and then her eyes gradually widened, her red lips slightly biting, her hand, not knowing when, had reached Xue An's waist and suddenly pinched hard.
The calm and composure Xue An had just now disappeared, replaced by a sharp inhale of breath and a cry of "Ow ow ow it hurts!"
"Woman, huh? Playing with fire, is it?" An Yan was fuming, but her grip had unconsciously loosened a tad.
Xue An grimaced, "Yan'er, Yan'er, I was wrong! I was just teasing you!"
"Teasing? Fine, then I'll have a good play with you today!" An Yan increased her grip strength even more.
