She glared at Han Qing angrily as if he offended her.
“It’s all my fault. Shall I give you a massage?” As soon as he finished his sentence, Yan slapped his hands off. “It’s my face that hurts. How are you going to massage it?”
“Who said that you can’t massage your face?”
“Tell me then. How are you going to massage my face?” Yan felt his arms around her waist tightening the next second and before she could react, she felt the world spinning. She was already underneath Han Qing when she regained her senses.
The air seemed to have stilled for a few seconds. When Yan realized what went on, her breathing stopped—she clearly felt the shape and the lines of the person above her and she didn’t dare to move. She only lay there blankly like a marionette!
“Lost your mind?” Han Qing held her fair face with both his hands and whispered, “Didn’t you say it hurts? Let me check.”
Yan was speechless. Then, Han Qing played around with Yan’s face for the next few moments. He said that he was going to check on her injury yet he had fun pinching her face. His usual cold gaze was actually filled with warmth and happiness as he nipped her face into different facial expressions.
Although Yan didn’t have a mirror and was unable to see what she looked like, she could totally imagine how ugly she was. At first, she was still muddle-headed and didn’t dare to move, but she was soon enraged when she realized that Han Qing pranked her. She was so mad that she raised her arms and pushed Han Qing’s hands off. “B*stard! Don’t touch my face!” Yan never realized that her tone was coquettish and she even glared at him.
The young lady before him was energetic—she would be happy, would fool around, and would also be mad.
Meanwhile, Han Qing was always calm. His forbearance and control was his pride—as long as he could keep everything under his control. But now… all these slowly left, making him lose his control before Yan.
Just like earlier… He wanted to kiss her, but he held back. Han Qing was afraid that he would scar the young lady in such a small space, so all he did was pinch her face. Watching Yan’s face being transferred into different facial expressions under his hands made him feel more lively. However, it maddened the young lady and she now glared at him.
Han Qing’s heart skipped a beat and he wanted to bend forward… but he knew he couldn’t do so. They had just started dating and hadn’t reached that step, so it’d be better if he didn’t scare her off.
Thinking as such, Han Qing’s hands, which were on the bed, clenched into fists before they tightened. He then lay next to Yan. “All I did was pinch your face. If you are mad, I’ll let you pinch mine too.”
Yan’s eyes brightened when she heard that, even though she was still angered. Pinch him back? “Can I do so?” She stared at his handsome but cold face and started to imagine his face with different expressions. Hahaha. She found it hilarious just by thinking of it. He must have pinched my face and made me look ugly just now. I have to take revenge on him later on. If possible, I shall find the opportunity to take a photo of it and make it my wallpaper!
Yan was someone who wore her thoughts on her face. She had already expressed all of her thoughts on her face when she thought about it. Han Qing sighed inside when he looked at her, expressing his love for her in his eyes. “You can. I’m your boyfriend and of course you can… do anything you want,” he added helplessly. He paused for a while before continuing his words, but he had no idea whether she understood him.
However, he soon learnt that she never understood what he meant when he saw her excitement and actions—or maybe she never listened to him as all of her focus was on taking revenge on him. Even if he had other thoughts, it all vanished into thin air.
Yan glared at Han Qing angrily after she got her revenge. “Don’t move. I want to take a photo!”
Upon hearing that, Han Qing couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. “Take a photo?”
“Yes!”
“Don’t take photos.”
Yan was about to take the photo and she pouted after she heard Han Qing. “Will you be unhappy if I take photos of you?”
“Hmm?”
“But you were so happy when you bullied me earlier and now… I want to get back at you!” Yan looked into his eyes seriously and said.
They stared at each other for a moment before Han Qing’s thin lips curved upward a little. “Are you sure about this?”
Yan nodded her head in certainty. In the end, Han Qing had no choice but to give up. “Fine. Do it. Just don’t share the photos. After all, only you, my girlfriend, gets to see this side of me.”
Yan was satisfied when she heard his doting voice. She quickly switched on her phone’s camera and took a few photos of Han Qing’s handsome face continuously. After taking the photos, Yan realized that Han Qing, who was lying on the bed, actually looked pretty hot just now. She looked at the photos and realized that it all looked good. What is going on? I was going to take ugly photos of Han Qing! How can I forget to pinch his face?
Just when Yan was about to reach out toward Han Qing with her demon hands, he suddenly grabbed her thin wrist and asked quietly, “Shall we take a photo together?”
Yan’s attention was immediately attracted to the words ‘photo together’. “Photo together?”
Han Qing’s handsome face had a faint smile on it. “Don’t you girls like it?”
As he mentioned it, she touched her phone’s front camera subconsciously. She had seen many couples taking photos together when they were on their trip today and wanted to do so then, but she lacked the courage to ask. Therefore, they didn’t have any photos together. She never expected him to suggest it himself.
As Yan thought about it, she became troubled and looked at Han Qing indecisively. She refused to say whether she was willing or unwilling. “But it’s late and there isn’t any scenery around. How are we going to take the photo?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Han Qing exercised some force on his arms and Yan fell into his embrace. His chest was wide and warm—a perfect spot for Yan. He was hugging Yan and she was still lost when she heard him speak, “You can take it now.”
She was beyond words. So our posture now is him hugging me and taking a selfie of us lying on the hotel’s bed? His words left her speechless. What’s wrong with this man’s thinking? I really can’t take a selfie on the hotel’s bed. A photo like this feels embarrassing and might raise misleading thoughts…
