The imperceptible approaching of Xia Jinyuan made Ye Jian get goosebumps. She was uncomfortable with this kind of close contact.
A pair of dry and big hands had reached over. Ye Jian pursed her lips, ignoring their distance. Her slender fingers gently touched his long fingers, forming the hand signals.
"Understand?" he asked gently as he withdrew his hands. He was so close that he was breathing next to her ear.
His breath was light, with a faint smell of mint.
Unaccustomed to the aggressive masculine smell, Ye Jian held her breath and tilted her head to avoid it. Pulling up Doctor Zhou who was squatting with her, she said in a soft voice, "Auntie, I'm going to knock. I might need to trouble you later."
"All right, be careful," said Doctor Zhou, who had sensed the presence of another person, but couldn't see him clearly due to the darkness. Anyway, she felt much calmer.
