"Are you feeling unwell?" Fu Chen asked again after getting closer.
His fingertips suddenly landed on her face, and her body stiffened. She held her breath, and even her heartbeat stopped as she stood rooted to the ground.
Not only did the cold touch not disperse the heat, but it seemed to ignite a ball of fire. It was scorching and boiling every inch of her skin, burning her face red.
"Your face is very hot." Fu Chen narrowed his eyes. His warm breath landed on her face. It was soothing yet burning.
She suddenly felt Fu Chen's breath, and every breath seemed to be seducing her.
"I'm fine." Song Fengwan hurriedly retreated. "Maybe it's because I walked too quickly just now."
"Oh." Fu Chen didn't expose her. After all, young ladies were all very thin-skinned.
Now that she was staying at his house, he didn't need to rush and could take his time.
