The texture was distinct, and the heat was scorching...
Perhaps he had just taken a shower, a scent of mint mixed with a burning heat, burning into her skin.
The blood throughout her body seemed to be surging and clamoring, her slender ribs unable to contain her wildly beating heart.
"Are you okay?" A voice came from above, and she instinctively tilted her face up slightly. A drop of water rolled off the tip of his hair and fell on her face.
It rolled down slowly.
Cool, but wherever it passed, it seemed as if a mountain fire spread instantly, wantonly engulfing everything.
"I'm, I'm okay..."
Before she finished speaking, Jiang Chengsi suddenly reached out to wipe away the drop of water on her face.
Having wiped away the droplet, he didn't withdraw his hand, his fingertips lingering on her face, his eyes deep as if he wanted to imprint her into his heart and see clearly.
