Lin Zhiyi's gaze solidified for an instant before she realized she had unwittingly spoken of things from her past life.
She tried to withdraw her hand, but he grasped it even tighter.
"Speak."
"Because... before, every time you coughed, I could smell the scent of loquat leaves on you." Lin Zhiyi moved her hand, "It hurts."
Gong Chen didn't let go of her but lightened his grip.
He leaned in close, intrigued, "Every time? Hm?"
Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, only then realizing that by filling one hole, she had dug another.
She turned her head away, determined not to say another word.
Gong Chen's gaze upon her grew steadily more intense. His already feverish body not only felt hot but was also very tense as he fixed his gaze upon her with glints of light rapidly gathering in his eyes.
Invisibly, Lin Zhiyi felt the oppressive heat bearing down on her, and when she turned her head, the man's face was already dangerously close.