'How had I never noticed before,' Bai Zhi thought, 'that Hu Yan actually has a bit of a mischievous streak?'
'No, that's not right. It seems like all men have a bit of a mean streak; they're just good at hiding it.'
'Like the one right next to me.'
Bai Zhi turned her head away with a huff, ignoring Hu Yan.
But a moment later, she felt the hand on her waist tighten slightly. Bai Zhi was spun around and pulled onto his lap, her body leaning involuntarily against his.
With both hands around her waist, Hu Yan lowered his head slightly to meet her gaze. "Are you angry?"
Bai Zhi shot him a look, her lips pressed together in silence.
Hu Yan coaxed her, "Don't be angry. I just thought you were being cute, so I couldn't help myself. Next time I want to touch you, I promise I'll ask for your permission first, okay?"
Hearing Hu Yan's low, husky voice coaxing her by her ear made it tingle. That last "okay?" almost made her give in and say, "Okay, okay, okay."
