"Is... is it done?"
Watching Su Yuan, who had paused in shock after sticking his finger into her mouth, Chen Nuoyi's light golden eyes flashed with a hint of confusion.
Because her mouth was occupied by a finger, her words came out a bit muffled and unclear, and as she spoke, her teeth accidentally grazed Su Yuan's finger.
The tip of her tongue, curling up as she spoke, lightly brushed against Su Yuan's fingertip.
"...It's done."
Su Yuan snapped out of his surprise, withdrew his finger from the girl's moist mouth, bringing with it a thin, glistening string.
Chen Nuoyi grabbed Su Yuan's withdrawn hand, her pretty face blushing slightly, and quickly found a tissue to wipe her saliva off it thoroughly.
"Remember to wash your hands, and... don't smell it."
The girl seriously instructed.
This instantly stirred up Su Yuan's rebellious instincts.
Smell it! Must smell it!
Ahem, just kidding.
Nodding lightly, Su Yuan put on a calm expression and said:
