Pei Yuanchen held her ankle, not moving any further for a long time.
Ziyi looked at his deep eyebrows and prominent nose, paused for a moment, then suddenly understood something.
She secretly smiled, suddenly moved her foot, using her toes to touch the inside of his wrist.
Pei Yuanchen's whole body trembled, looking at her somewhat angrily: "Don't move around!"
Ziyi looked innocent.
Pei Yuanchen pressed his lips together, quickly tucked her foot under the covers, although when he withdrew his hand, his movements seemed a bit reluctant.
Ziyi looked at him with a smile.
Pei Yuanchen lifted his head and saw her expression, his gaze darkening slightly.
This girl was no longer as easily deceived as before; she must have guessed something.
Pei Yuanchen quietly exhaled, pushing those intimate thoughts to the back of his mind.
"Your porridge is not finished." He said hoarsely, his gaze falling on the bowl of porridge on the table, "It's cold now, I'll get you some hot porridge."
