Before Han Qingshan's hands could touch her chest, Jiang Yingyue stirred in his arms, her hands reaching her eyes and rubbing them, and she slowly opened her deep and profound eyes, looking confused at the scene in front of her.
What greeted her was the sight of Han Qingshan's body at very close range, she even felt the heat in her hands, and when she looked down she was shocked to see that she had her hands plastered on his chest, gently caressing his muscles; her face instantly turned crimson and she withdrew her hands in an instant.
When the hands removed themselves from his chest, Han Qingshan felt as if something had gone missing in his heart, but he did not have the time to ponder on this feeling. For now, all that was in his mind was the doubt that had surfaced. Was Jiang Yingyue truly a man or a woman?
