Xiao Zexin looked at her steadily, unable to speak from the emotion welling up inside him.
All along, he thought he loved her deeply, but it turned out that her love for him was no less.
Nangong Ruyue tentatively reached her hand out to him: "Even when you can control yourself, please don't reject my touch, okay?"
Seeing her hand, Xiao Zexin's body stiffened for a moment.
But he didn't move, trying hard to control himself.
Nangong Ruyue's hand covered the back of his hand, then held his hand.
Xiao Zexin's heart skipped a beat—
Although the hallucination became increasingly apparent, a sense of delight rose from deep within his heart.
Nangong Ruyue smiled: "Look, you can accept my touch."
She tightened her grip on his hand, the warmth of her palm continued to be transmitted to him.
Xiao Zexin's deep eyes watched her, his throat moving slightly.
Nangong Ruyue met his gaze, then lightly leaned closer to him, resting her head on his chest.
Thud—thud—
