Inside the movie theater…
As the scenes changed, they made Song Fengwan's small face look dazzlingly colorful. Her fingers were tightly clenched together, and her palms were sweaty. If I knew the hibiscus stone had this meaning, I would have never given it to Fu Chen and made him misunderstand it like this.
"Third Master, I really didn't intend to hint at anything." Her heart was pounding wildly, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.
She was scared out of her wits by Fu Chen's words, and her face was full of panic. At this moment, in the dark, her right hand was suddenly held by someone. She shrank back and wanted to pull her hand back, but he clutched her hand tightly…
"Your wound hasn't healed yet. Why are you clenching your hands so tightly?" Fu Chen pulled her tightly clenched fingers apart. His hand was very big, almost enough to wrap hers entirely, and felt warm and slightly moist.
