C672 Don't Tease Me

Her cold fingers circled around her soft, ink-black hair. Neither of them spoke. Ruan Tang was lying on the sofa.

Qiao Yihuan sat on the coffee table in front of him. He put his elbow on his lap and touched Ruan Tang's hair with his fingers.

After a long time, Qiao Yihuan finally took back his hand and said gently, "Alright, the silence has passed. If you are sad