"What do you feel?"
Xuan Ying gently asked, holding Chuzheng's hand.
"Hot." Chuzheng breathed out, "You being this close to me is quite comfortable."
Xuan Ying, unsure of what he thought just now, suddenly blushed. He instinctively wanted to avoid her, then remembered that Chuzheng couldn't see now.
For some reason, he felt relieved; thankfully, she couldn't see.
With a serious tone, Xuan Ying said, "Miss Chuzheng, you're a young lady, don't say such things."
Chuzheng seriously asked, "What kind of things?"
Xuan Ying gritted his teeth slightly, "Things like just now."
"Even to you, it's not okay?" The girl tilted her head slightly, the silver light illuminating her face, making it dazzling. Her voice was calm, yet it made his blood boil, as if the emptiness in his heart had gained a trace of warmth.
"..."
Is she trying to kill me?
Xuan Ying focused on her wrist, "Any other symptoms?"
Chuzheng shook her head; besides the burning sensation, there was no other feeling.
