Chuanbei, Jing Hanchuan's bedroom…
"I missed you…"
The man was born with a beautiful voice. Even though it was hoarse at this moment, it still sounded like an old violin. His voice was gentle and could easily tug at one's heartstrings.
It made her feel distraught.
Xu Yuanfei gently held his hand and was silent for a long time. The movie playing on the screen was at its climax. The intense sounds of fighting, accompanied by the deafening sound effects, made her heart pound wildly.
The temperature of his palm gradually rose, but his fingertips gradually cooled down. He seemed to have no strength as he pinched the soft flesh of her fingers.
Her hand was meaty and comfortable to pinch.
Jing Hanchuan didn't tire of this, making Xu Yuanfei feel even more uncomfortable.
"How are you feeling now?" She cleared her throat and changed the topic.
