Seeing Dian Ling act so shy, Ye Chen couldn't help but tease the little lady. He cleared his throat, then put down his teacup, rose from his seat, and sat down next to Dian Ling. Dian Ling paused, her butt shifted slightly to maintain some distance from Ye Chen, but Ye Chen leaned in closer again. Dian Ling turned her head away, not daring to look at Ye Chen as her face blushed to the tips of her ears. Ye Chen's hand encircled Dian Ling's slender waist.
Dian Ling's body shook suddenly, she took a deep breath, thinking to herself that Ye Chen, this bastard, wouldn't really try anything inappropriate, would he? But then again, grandpa had instructed her not to hit Ye Chen, so should she just go with her feelings, as grandpa had said, and act on her attraction to Ye Chen?
