It was a rather simple matter.
A harmonious scene.
Yet the atmosphere seemed to suddenly change towards sentimentality as Ai Ya called out.
Ai Lan, startled, subconsciously shivered, and her head bumped forward.
"Ouch!"
It seemed like she had bumped her forehead onto something.
Immediately, a blush spread from that spot, rapidly tinting her entire pretty face and extending all the way down her white neck to her delicate clavicle.
Li Shi had always been quite bold, but even he could not help being startled this time.
However, he was not frightened by Ai Ya, but rather by Ai Lan.
He quickly stepped to the right, turned his body, and looked at Ai Ya who came walking over, saying, "Awake?"
While speaking, he was adjusting his emotions by breathing rapidly, yet he could not bear to stop the movement of his hand, which slowly traced the two arched brows of Ai Lan, feeling the bony structure there.