Angry? Seriously Angry?

Of course, eventually, Wen Xinya didn't manage to stop the advances of a strong man.

Wen Xinya was panting heavily, feeling as if her heart was going to jump out of her chest. Such hasty beating felt slightly achy, yet made her inexplicably joyous.

"Let me count your heartbeat this time, see how many times it's beating in a minute." Si Yiyan hugged her, kissing the edge of her hair while placing his hand on her chest.

"Damn rascal! Let me go!" Wen Xinya stared at him angrily, feeling his big, burning hand placed on her chest restraining itself like previously. However, she sensitively felt the hand vibrating.

"1, 2, 3, 4…" Si Yiyan pressed his lips on her ears and counted in a deep voice. What was merely cold, hard figures, coming out of his mouth, actually carried a sense of ecstatic, sentimental charm.

Wen Xinya hurriedly stopped him. "Stop counting."