Ji Yan sat cross-legged on the carpet, his long eyelashes slightly drooping, casting a shadow under his eyelids. Shen Hanxing used her right hand that was fine to touch his long eyelashes. The sudden itch made Ji Yan blink twice, so the itch traveled through her fingertips to the bottom of Shen Hanxing's heart.
"Ji Yan." Shen Hanxing curled up her fingers and sighed softly, "I made you worry again."
