The warmth of the mouth enveloped her finger, warm and comforting, and her heart inexplicably felt a tickling sensation. Indeed, the pain had dissipated quite a bit.
Mu Yan looked at the man's guilty expression, feeling a warm sensation in her heart.
There were quite a few people coming and going in the parking lot. Mu Yan, afraid of being seen, whispered, "Alright, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Jiang Jingheng released her finger, wiped it clean with a tissue, and then checked it. The nail was red, and just thinking about it made him feel the pain.
He looked at her and asked, "Are you going to pinch me again in the future?"
Mu Yan replied unhappily, "You're the one who made me angry."
"Next time you want to pinch me, let me know, I'll lift up my clothes and let you pinch," Jiang Jingheng said with a serious face.
Mu Yan was amused by his words, looking at him displeased, "Are you telling others that I'm abusing you?"
Even she felt a bit sorry for him hearing that.
