C905 What's Your Name

"Cough, cough!"

Ye Qianran coughed dryly and moved his hands, placing them on An Mengying's waist.

It was just a simple touch, but it felt smooth to the touch. He seemed to have thought of something and his expression immediately turned stiff.

An Mengying's face turned even redder at this moment. However, this was the only place where she could bear it. She endured the strange feeling and said