His scalding body was clearly very hot, yet he seemed to fear the cold, clinging tightly to her.
Halfway through the journey, Nangong Jin suddenly opened his intoxicating eyelids and surveyed her flawless skin.
The massage on her forehead continued, her hand gentle and soft, tender and smooth.
Nangong Jin suddenly raised his hand, grasped her small hand in his palm, took it from his temple, and led it to his lips, and without thinking, he deeply kissed it.
Di Jinxuan was startled and tried to withdraw her hand, but unexpectedly, he massaged her small hand with the pad of his thumb, whispering softly, "You've massaged for so long, you must be tired."
Di Jinxuan didn't speak, only letting him tenderly massage her hand.
Actually, it was quite tiring.
"Xuanxuan..." Nangong Jin suddenly spoke, his voice lush yet husky, but very serious, "I really do like you. Can we be together?"
Di Jinxuan trembled violently, somewhat stunned. What did he say?
He said he liked her?