Chapter 40 Broadcast Allergy

Meng Xin Zhi had the typical "milk white" skin.

Her hands were soft as young shoots, her skin smooth as curdled cream.

Ordinarily, she was so pale she practically glowed.

Her entire arm was even more like white porcelain in its luster.

Correspondingly,

the more someone had such skin, the more likely it was to turn red at the slightest touch.

In the case of someone like Nie Guangyi, who went to the gym every day to lift weights, it wasn't a matter of whether it reddened, but rather if it would break or not.

Meng Xin Zhi barely managed not to exclaim in pain, while the overly tense Nie Guangyi was still completely oblivious.

Meng Xin Zhi tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't.

Struggling to suppress the urge to cry, she gently pushed at Nie Guangyi, "Could you... let go of my hand first?"

Nie Guangyi's mind, with all its hearing faculties, had long since left the airplane and was wandering somewhere above the clouds.