His figure was tall, robust, and well-built.
The distance between Lu Xiaoyou and him shortened to less than a fist's length, and she instinctively took a step back.
Noticing her movement, the man's hand supported her lower back, preventing her from pulling away.
Then, Long Xiliang reached out his other hand and caressed Lu Xiaoyou's face.
His fingertips brushed across the woman's soft skin, gliding over her brows, eyes, and nose bridge.
At the same time, a very faint smile crept onto the man's thin lips.
Lu Xiaoyou was dumbfounded by his actions.
She looked at Long Xiliang, opened her mouth but then closed it. The man pulled one of her hands, pried open her fingers, and began writing in her palm with his finger.
Lu Xiaoyou recognized the words he wrote in her palm:
"You're back?"
Lu Xiaoyou: "..."
"You..." she spoke with a slightly weak voice, "Why are you writing? Can't you talk?"
Long Xiliang gazed at her without blinking and shook his head.
