( ) Quivering Wang Shiyu, her proud, fluffy cotton ball now exposed, is gently rising and falling in rhythm with her breath. That delicate, still-unbitten pink tip is boldly facing Lu Yun, as if daring him to take it into his mouth and savor it. Wang Shiyu doesn’t even have time to gasp—she quickly reaches out to push the white, mouth-watering cotton ball back into her clothes. But before her hand can settle, a large hand takes hold of the towering snow peak first, fingers tightening and pulling it slightly outward. Wang Shiyu’s expression shifts—her hand, originally meant to push the cotton ball back into her dress, now veers sharply toward Lu Yun’s arm. Lu Yun had never expected Wang Shiyu to grasp him like this. Now, she’s pinning him just right. The strength of her grip is astonishing—her fingers twist like a corkscrew around his arm, pressing the flesh tightly, forming creases and folds along the skin. “Miss, this is flesh! This is painful—please let go!” Lu Yun grits his teeth, yet he doesn’t release the cotton ball. Compared to the sensation on the soft, yielding Well, whatever. With the two words Landun had just mentioned in his mouth, Wang Shiyu felt her irritation intensify. Even if she liked him, did that mean that once Landun became her boyfriend, he’d start making moves to take advantage of her? And what exactly was he referring to?