Yan Jian found his words both infuriating and amusing. She couldn't help but hit him with her small fists: "You're pretending, keep pretending! You've just got a gunshot wound, you're not blind. How can you not see what I'm wearing right now? And how could you possibly not know, I went to the bank and took those things?"
He seemed to wake from a dream, seriously looking at her. Even with the night surrounding them, despite the dim light, he could still see the blush blooming on her cheeks.
That was, for him.
He couldn't help but laugh, whispering in her ear: "Hmm? What are you wearing? In my eyes right now, you're clearly wearing nothing."
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Yan Jian was momentarily stunned, then she understood, and her embarrassment turned into anger. She raised both fists to hit him.
He laughed, catching her wrists, murmuring hoarsely in her ear, "…What to do, I want to see you wearing nothing right now. Tang Yan Jian, I really wish I could peel it all off you right now."
