MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 33 scared

Xia Zhinian paused for a moment, but did not speak.

Yan Ci glanced at him, changed the subject, and suddenly said, "Still, Student Xia has something on his mind."

As if about to cry.

Yan Ci dragged him over.

Xia Zhinian's stool was almost touching Yan Ci, and he leaned to the other side, trying to pull the stool back, but Yan Ci easily stopped him.

Xia Zhinian glared at him fiercely with his almond eyes, his voice was clear, he kept his voice down for fear of alarming people, it was not hoarse, but soft, and the degree of awe plummeted.

"none of your business."

"Classmate Xia." Yan Ci's brows and eyes were warm, and he sighed lightly.

"You agreed to touch it for me, what are you running now?"

Xia Zhinian: "??!"

Xia Zhinian suddenly remembered what he cried and said when he fell ill, his face was flushed, the roots of his ears were hot, and the hair on the top of his head stood up.

Almond eyes widened, and stuttered for a while, "I, I, I am not..."

Yan Ci glanced at the two dull hairs, a little wanting to try rubbing them, and laughed lightly, with a clear and pleasant tone.

"You what?"

"I burned my hand. Xia classmate said that you were responsible, but after taking the medicine, I didn't care about me anymore. Now it won't happen again."

Xia Zhinian's ears burned, she couldn't remember how she was crying and begging at that moment, the crimson color spread quickly from her ears, and she gritted her teeth viciously.

"I said if you don't go to the hospital, just... let you touch it. Then I went."

"So why doesn't Student Xia want to go to the hospital?" Yan Ci was caught off guard and asked.

Xia Zhinian reacted quickly, "You lied to me again!"

Yan Ci laughed.

Look at the rice cake dumpling that has regained its vitality, its hands are itchy, and it can't help but reach for the two dull hairs, pinch the hair roots and shake it.

"Is it fun, two?"

A female voice sounded from behind without warning.

Yan Ci's movements stopped, and the rice cake dumpling beside him also froze for a moment, the hair on the top of his head jumped up in shock, and then fell down crookedly, which was particularly eye-catching.

The Chinese teacher smiled, and stretched out his hand to help him straighten up, "I just sat together and played dumb. Teacher Qin asked you to study together, not to play."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian completely turned his back to the teacher, froze and did not dare to move.

Yan Ci turned sideways, smiled politely, and said proactively: "Teacher, it's my fault, I couldn't hold back."

The Chinese teacher took a look at the two of them, wondering if they could really study together, the corners of his mouth curled down.

"You two are very different, Xia Zhinian just recovered from illness, sit down, class monitor, stand up in class."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Yan Ci: "..."

Xia Zhinian glanced at Yan Ci quietly.

The monitor stood up indifferently, smiled politely at the eyes looking back in the classroom, very calmly, and lowered his eyes to meet the bright almond eyes.

From this angle, the boy's eyes are rounder, round like a milk cat, clear and bright, and the amber pupils are full of light.

It doesn't look like it just fell down.

Very coaxing.

He smiled, reaching out to rub his head.

Xia Zhinian's hair grew a lot, the original owner was gloomy and didn't like to cut his hair, he never cut it when he wore it, it almost blocked his eyes, he scratched his fingers twice, and turned his mind around.

...He always gets his hair touched, so he cuts his hair to see what Yan Ci is still touching.

He called his elder brother in advance, and when he left school at night, he followed the mobile phone map to find a barbershop with a high rating, and wanted to get a haircut.

Passing by a small alley, looked left and right, and continued to move forward.

The hairdresser lady looked at the handsome face of the young man, her lips were bright red, her amber eyes complemented her lighter hair.

Under the light, he looked like a pampered and pampered young master.

Still milky.

"Little classmate."

The young lady said earnestly, "Your looks don't fit the board."

Xia Zhinian sat on the chair and hesitated for a while.

It's really impulsive to want to cut the board. If he goes out with such a hairstyle, the original owner's previous character design will collapse.

Although it has collapsed and there is not much left, in the eyes of people who don't know it, there is still a bit of an impression of it.

"...Then cut it a little shorter, don't cut too much, leave it longer, as long as it doesn't get in the way."

"no problem!"

After the cut, the barber lady looked back and forth at his exposed eyebrows and eyes, her eyes were shining.

Xia Zhinian looked at himself in the mirror, who had a hairstyle similar to the one in the original world, and smiled with his eyes bent, "Thank you."

"you are welcome!"

The little sister couldn't stop smiling, her love was surging, and she softened her voice to be gentle and considerate, "Come again next time."

After paying the bill, Xia Zhinian stroked his hair, got up and walked out.

This store has a high score, but the location is quite remote. When I came here, I passed a remote alley, and I had to go back the same way to get a taxi.

The sky was already getting dark, Xia Zhinian walked back through the alley, and just stepped in a few steps, he suddenly became a little vigilant.

He paused and turned around quickly.

At the entrance of the alley, three or four youths with colorful arms suddenly blocked up, and the leader in the black shirt whistled at him.

"Yo, the little classmate is very pretty."

Xia Zhinian was startled, didn't answer, raised his breath and retreated to the other side without saying a word.

But in the blink of an eye, a few young men dressed in sloppy clothes came out from the other end of the alley, blocking the way aggressively,

"Don't go, my brothers have blocked you for a long time."

"It's pretty."

"Children from rich families are different."

Xia Zhinian stopped, her heart tightened, she slid her phone screen in her pocket to try to call the police, and stabilized the sound.

"What do you want, money?"

"I want your mother's money!"

A thin man was emotionally yelling at him, "Brother Zhuo went in because of you, and even brought a group of people in, you are so **** good."

Xia Zhinian: "!"

The thin man turned to the black shirt and said angrily, "Brother, it's him. The fat sheep is very fat, but because of him, we got a lot of people in. I found the fat sheep for you. You can kill it or not."

Xia Zhinian frowned, her heart was beating a little faster, she tapped her phone with her fingertips, and slowly retreated towards the less crowded side.

"You want money, I can give it to you."

The black shirt whistled again, smiling obscenely, "Kids are very smart, I don't know if they are so smart at other times."

"Come, come, brother, search and bring all the valuables on him!"

"Ha, I'll come first!"

"Roll, roll, piece by piece haha."

Xia Zhinian's face darkened.

The people on both sides approached quickly, whistling and laughing, Xia Zhinian's heart tightened, he bent down to pick up the stick that he had seen before, and ran towards the less crowded side without turning his head.

"Run, run!"

"Hey, are you going to hit someone? Hahaha, grab his stick."

Xia Zhinian's heartbeat was abnormally fast, and he was caught off guard by being hit in the back. With a tense expression, he raised his hand and swung at the person nearby, picking out the vulnerable places, and the person wailed, and quickly turned into scolding.

"I **** your mother!"

Xia Zhinian gritted his teeth, knocked a few people and ran away, quickly rushed out of the punks surrounding him, and ran out of the alley, short of breath.

However, he has not run a few times in all his life, his breathing is very rough, his chest is tight, and he is about to go out of the alley when he is suddenly pulled back by his clothes.

"Well!"

He panicked for a moment, his eyes were ruthless, and he raised his hand to swing back, but suddenly, his waist tightened, one arm held him back, and then he kicked the person in front of him out.

Xia Zhinian turned around in surprise, seeing a rare cold and gloomy face nearby.

"Yan Ci?"

"Behind you!"

He made a sound in surprise, and the gangsters on the opposite side surrounded him in groups of three or four. With anger in his eyes, Yan Ci put the stick behind him, took the stick from his hand, and smashed it down with force and expressionlessness.

"Hey, close your eyes and wait."

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Xia Zhinian was rarely in a hurry, wanted to get closer, but was afraid that Tim would be a waste of time.

The gangster on the opposite side was annoyed and came up with things. Yan Ci's expression was cold and his movements were quick. Compared to the punk who relied on pure brute force, Yan Ci was obviously a practicer, and he hit the weak point every time.

A few fell down quickly on the opposite side, and the skinny man showed a ferocious face.

"It was you who got Brother Zhuo and the others in, I remember you!"

The skinny man roared forward with veins bulging, Yan Ci knocked down a nearby one with a stick, the skinny man approached, and suddenly took something out of his pocket, a cold light flashed.

Xia Zhinian's pupils shrank, and his voice was urgent.

"Be careful, he has a knife!"

Yan Ci's back turned to Xia Zhinian, glanced at him, pulled the corner of his mouth, turned back from the corner of his eye, and slowed down his movements.

As the arm brushed against the blade, bright red blood gushed out instantly, and Xia Zhinian's pupils froze.

Yan Ci's face was cold, he raised his hand to put the last one down, lowered his eyes, the thin scars at the end of his eyes were stained with fierce coldness, the stick was pressed against his chest, and his voice was soft.

"...The fish that slipped through the net, so it's here."

"What do you want to do?! What do you want to do!"

Yan Ci's stick moved little by little and reached his neck, his eyes were cold, he exerted a little force, and his voice was cold.

"It's so noisy. If you have the guts to block people, don't you have the guts to shut up?"

With so many people, Xia Zhinian still has asthma.

If he was a little later, if he was a little later...

Yan Ci's eyes became more and more gloomy.

The thin man showed horror and stared at the people in front of him. They were just punks, but looking at him from the other side seemed to be looking at some corpse. It was cold and terrifying, and he stuttered in fear for a moment.

"You, you can't, you can't be here—!"

Yan Ci's heart was filled with anger, his eyes were dark, his fierce aura continued to spread, and his arms were exerting force.

...The cuff was suddenly pulled lightly.

"Yan Ci."

He paused and looked sideways, the scars at the end of his eyes were scarlet.

Xia Zhinian was startled by the cruelty in his eyes, and a chill instinctively rushed from head to toe.

It seemed that it was the first time he had seen the black sesame glutinous rice **** completely tear off the skin, pursed his lips, and lowered his voice.

"Yan Ci?"

Xia Zhinian's almond eyes were round, he pulled him once, and looked down.

"It's okay, let's call the police, shall we?"

"Your arm is bleeding."

If you continue to fight, something will happen.

Yan Ci paused for a moment, and slowly came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, and slowly raised his arms, the little **** rolled and crawled away.

He stared at the thin man's back, with a flash of hostility in his eyes, and then slowly the coolness in his eyes dissipated.

Raising his hand, inserting his fingertips into the boy's hair, he stroked his hair back, exposing his complete forehead and eyebrows, Shen Shen changed his breath, and asked softly.

"Are you scared?"

Seeing his blood-soaked sleeve, Xia Zhinian flashed worry in his almond eyes, and shook his head against his hand, his voice soft.

"No, it's okay, go and treat your wound first."

Yan Ci didn't move.

The hair in the palm of his hand was soft and brushed against his fingers. Yan Ci stared at him for a long while, his dark eyes were unclear, and he suddenly sighed softly.

"…I have got."

With a low voice, he withdrew his hand, took off his strength little by little, and gently rested his chin on his shoulder.

"I was terrified."

The boy's broad shoulders approached, Xia Zhinian curled up his fingertips for a moment, a cold scent of shower gel spread from his nose, his body was slightly stiff, and his amber eyes showed a little helplessness.

...Yan Ci, are you scared?

because of him?

Xia Zhinian blinked.

He had never encountered such a situation before, and he didn't know how to solve it. He was stunned for a while, and his voice was intermittent, like sweet and glutinous rice cake dumplings, soft.

"Then, what should we do?"

"..." Yan Ci paused for a moment, then laughed, and pressed his head on his shoulder, and said sullenly, "What do you want to do, Student Xia?"

Xia Zhinian: "??"

He was so confused, "I don't know."

Yan Ci sighed softly, "Then you... comfort me."

Xia Zhinian hesitated, slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed his clothes with his fingertips, and patted his back lightly.

Xia Zhinian and Yan Ci went to a small hospital nearby.

The wound was on the right forearm, not too deep, but there was a lot of bleeding. The nurse cleaned the wound for Yan Ci, and Xia Zhinian sat obediently by the side, looking at the cut that was cleaned.

...It hurts to look at it.

Xia Zhinian clicked his tongue, looking at Yan Ci hesitantly.

The nurse was wrapping the gauze up, Yan Ci reached out to take it, "Thank you, I will do it myself."

"You come by yourself?"

The nurse frowned and disagreed, "How do you do it yourself, don't make the wound worse."

Yan Ci's left hand is not very convenient to operate. He raised his eyes and looked at the rice cake dumpling sitting next to him with his hands on his knees, with his head tilted and a gentle smile.

"Student Xia, please help me."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

Nurse:"??"

Xia Zhinian and the nurse looked at each other, the nurse meaningfully sized them up and down, gave him the gauze, and smiled.

"Together, let me tell you earlier."

Yan Ciwen smiled and did not explain.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

The black sesame glutinous rice **** are clean and don't want people to touch them.

Xia Zhinian pursed his mouth, took the gauze and tore it off, held down one end, and slowly rolled the other end out along his arm, with a clean voice, "I can't control my strength, if you hurt you tell me, I'll be gentle."

"Ok."

The young man lowered his head and wrapped around the gauze intently. Yan Ci could see his protruding and delicate collarbone, his soft hair hanging down naturally, and turning the gauze alternately with his hands.

"Student Xia's movements are quite skilled." Yan Ci raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Xia Zhinian paused for a moment, his almond eyes drooped, "Is there any?"

I used to have severe allergies that would scratch my skin, so I had to wrap it with gauze.

Yan Ci looked at him inexplicably, looked at his slightly lighter hair, stretched out his hand and rubbed it, "Did you cut your hair?"

"Hey, don't move."

Xia Zhinian was startled by his sudden movement, his eyes widened a little, and his hands froze so as not to touch his wound.

Yan Ci smiled, "I moved my left hand, but did I move my right hand?"

Xia Zhinian frowned, "I said don't touch me!"

Yan Ci groaned, then stretched out his hand and rubbed it again, his voice was loose, "It can be shorter, but it's still a bit long."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

"But don't go there, the location is a bit off." Yan Ci said softly.

The young man paused, finishing the gauze, his amber eyes were a little at a loss, as if he was not very good at accepting others' kindness, he nodded, his voice was very soft.

"Okay, thank you."

He still didn't know how Yan Ci got there. He only found out after asking. He wanted to call the police secretly, but the screen...just happened to be a friend request.

He couldn't see it, so he thought he dialed 110, but he wanted to send a bunch of garbled characters and 110 to Yan Ci. Yan Ci didn't know how to find it, so he passed by.

Xia Zhinian swept the gauze on his arm, clenched his cuffs tightly, and thanked him again in a low voice.

First math class.

Entering June, the sun is very strong, and the classroom is bright. On the podium, Lao Qin glanced at the whole class, fixed his eyes on the last row, and asked suspiciously, "Squad leader, where is Xiao Xia?"

Yan Ci looked at the empty place around him, shook his head, and said in a clear voice, "I don't know, I didn't arrive in the morning."

"Are you sick and asking for leave? I didn't see the message." Lao Qin looked down for his phone.

"Report."

A clear youthful voice suddenly sounded at the door, the classroom door was pushed open, a furry head poked in a little, and then moved in with its whole body.

Xia Zhinian blinked his round eyes a few times, he couldn't sleep last night, and unfortunately got up late this morning, he just heard someone calling him here.

"Sorry, teacher, I'm late."

There was a strange silence in the noisy classroom, and everyone in the class stared up at him with different expressions.

Under Xia Zhinian's strange eyes... which he couldn't explain what they meant, his hair curled up, and he looked over in doubt.

Old Qin was standing by the podium, his small eyes on his chubby face were wide open, and his voice was shocked.

"...Xiao Xia?"

"Are you Xiao Xia?"

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

Xia Zhinian looked down at himself with a dazed expression, "What, what's wrong?"

His clothes are reversed?

"Oh Huo Hou!"

A girl in the front row was staring at him, the corners of her lips rose up a little bit, crazily, and secretly shook the tablemate.

"Ah, why does this haircut look like plastic surgery?!"

The thin boy was wrapped in a school uniform, and his hair color was relatively light, with a milky golden color in the sun, which contrasted with his amber eyes, and he looked obedient and soft.

"Cough cough."

Old Qin coughed lightly, showed a kind smile, looked up and down, and praised, "It's good, Xiaoxia's hair should not exceed this length in the future, and it will be another one for our class to pull out."

Xia Zhinian: "...?!"

Lao Qin waved him back to his seat and started to give lectures, Xia Zhinian sat down.

Yan Ci looked at the same table, the back row was big, no one was blocking the light, and the rice cake dumplings sat in the light, as if wrapped in a layer of milky golden cream, extra soft.

He smiled, "New tablemate, good morning."

"I forgot to mention yesterday that it's nice to cut your hair short."

People around looked back frequently, Xia Zhinian touched his head, and already began to regret cutting this hair, this face is too eye-catching.

But it's all cut, it's okay, he looked at Yan Ci's arm, and asked in a low voice, "How is your arm?"

Yan Ci raised his right hand slightly, and saw that the young man was worried in his bright eyes, he paused suddenly, dropped the pen in his hand to the table, pursed his lips, and sighed decently.

"It hurts a bit, and it's inconvenient to hold a pen."

Xia Zhinian stared at the pen that he suddenly dropped, with the hair on his head shaking in confusion.

"...Isn't it inconvenient just now?"

Yan Ci chuckled, with a gentle voice, "How could it be, I—"

"Cough cough."

Lao Qin coughed twice on it, "Students, don't talk or look back, Xiaoxia is pretty, don't I look good, and math doesn't look good."

There was a burst of laughter, and someone booed.

"That's definitely not as good-looking as Xia Zhinian."

"Old Qin can barely compare, but he can't do math!"

A girl suppressed her voice excitedly, "I thought it looked good before, but I didn't expect it to be so delicate after a haircut! Ah, I love it."

Old Qin hummed, "You dare to love me in front of me!"

"Hahahaha dare not dare."

Lao Qin tapped on the blackboard, "Come on, Xiao Xia, set an example of loving mathematics, take a note in get out of class, and leave it to me after class."

"?!"

no!

Xiao Xia lay innocently on the gun, "Teacher—"

"Quiet, class!"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Bad food.

He only practiced the original owner's name and ABCD.

He swallowed, considering whether to pretend to have a stomachache on the spot, when a notebook was suddenly pushed in front of him.

"Come on, student Xiao Xia." Yan Ci smiled, with a gentle tone, "Student Xiao Xia probably won't pretend to be sick just because she doesn't write notes."

"..."

Xia Zhinian gritted her teeth and glared at him angrily.

The black sesame glutinous rice **** followed suit.

Yan Ci chuckled, ignoring the young man's fierce eyes, and pushed his notebook over.

"If you don't have a copy, I'll give it to you."

"Oh yes, I have a pen too." He smiled.

Xia Zhinian curled her fingertips and pursed her lips fiercely.

Lao Qin had already started giving lectures on it, and Yan Ci was still watching him closely from the side.

...I can't hide from this stubble, right?

Xia Zhinian rubbed the pad of the thumb of his left hand against the knuckle of his index finger, hesitated for a moment, then took out the math notebook used by the original owner from the hole in the table, and wrote something crookedly on the front.

He took a look, somewhat relieved.

...Fortunately, numbers are less difficult than Chinese characters.

After thinking about it, he moved the notebook away from Yan Ci, slowly scribbled with the pen, and played with the mobile phone under the table with the other hand, so the handwriting was a little different, and it could be said that he was playing with the mobile phone and did not write seriously.

The young man looked like he was taking advantage of the opportunity to be lazy, and Yan Ci looked at it with great interest, feeling inexplicably——

It seems that the boy didn't intend to take this note properly from the beginning.

Yan Ci looked at it with an incomprehensible side face, and then his expression suddenly paused.

A violent itching suddenly rushed from the fingertips to the nerves, sweeping every inch of skin in the body.

His arms were cold, and the air conditioner in the back row blew cool air into his cuffs, brushed over his skin, and for a moment he couldn't restrain his desire to surge forward.

Yan Ci's lips were slightly pale, and his eyebrows were pressed down.

here we go again.

Xia Zhinian looked forward to the right, Chu Qingjian was sitting in class playing with her mobile phone, and she wasn't going out for a walk with her girlfriend between classes.

In other words, he hasn't seen that girl since he went back to school. I asked the person next to me and finally confirmed that the girl had already left the country.

Xia Zhinian sighed softly, he thought about it for a while, this is a cookie after all, apart from the protagonist's emotional line, the plot is just that little bit.

The final death of the original owner, the cannon fodder, is closely related to the progress of the relationship between the two protagonists.

After hesitating for a long time, I feel that the emotional line is still very important.

After handing in the notes, he went out to wash his hands, looked up, and suddenly saw a tall boy frowning in the mirror, his eyes lit up, and he turned his head back quickly.

"Brother Chu."

Chu Qingjian turned her gaze, saw the young man staring at him, frowned and clicked his tongue.

"Is there something wrong?"

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to ask, poked her cuff with her fingertips, looked over with clear almond eyes, and said cautiously: "Brother Chu, your girlfriend..."

"Go abroad, break up."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Absolutely.

Xia Zhinian couldn't tell how he felt, but when he thought of the title of "professional going abroad to see off households" on the forum, he felt speechless for a while, touched his ears, turned his head, and asked him nervously and cautiously.

"Then, Brother Chu, you're looking for a partner... Are you really looking for a love letter?"

Chu Qingjian: "...?"

Chu Qingjian coughed lightly, her gaze drifted left and right, she rarely looked a little embarrassed, cleared her throat, "...the words are more touching."

"..."

"??!"

Xia Zhinian was confused, so it was really because the original owner's love writing was so bad?

His eyes suddenly burst into bright colors, his almond eyes were dizzy, and his face was full of eager laughter.

"If so, if so, I--!"

Unexpectedly, an arm was wrapped around his waist, and he was pulled back with terrifying force, hot breath passing by his ears, Xia Zhinian's pupils shrank, and his hair suddenly stood on end.

"Student Xia."

The voice in the ear was low and soft, and it sounded very pleasant, asking him, "Then what if it were you?"

"!"

Xia Zhinian froze, and slowly glanced to the side. Yan Ci approached him from behind, his eyes were dark, and the smile on his lips was extraordinarily gentle.

"I didn't look at it for a while, but classmate Xia came here to whisper, why don't you tell me too."

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Nine Min.

Memories of the day of the banquet suddenly flooded back. Xia Zhinian's scalp was numb, and he wanted to hide to the side, but he was restrained by his arms and couldn't move. He stammered and called him, "Yan, Yan Ci."

The protagonist Gong is still here.

As soon as he turned his gaze to look at Chu Qingjian, his waist suddenly tightened, and he was forced to turn around, hitting his head on Yan Ci's shoulder.

Yan Ci's body felt cold and itchy, like bugs biting, he heard the boy's voice unexpectedly, and before he could recover, he realized that he was with this Chu Qingjian again.

He pulled the corner of his lips and smiled, his voice was very soft.

"Student Xia."

Xia Zhinian: "?!"

"Are you..." sick again?

Isn't this frequency too fast!

Looking down, the gauze wrapped around Yan Ci's arm was loosened, revealing deep scars and blood.

He was startled suddenly, and his voice raised a little, "Yan Ci your wound!"

The voice in his ear was low and low, as if he was suppressing something, he sighed, deep and slowly penetrated into his ears, touching people's hearts.

"It hurts." Yan Ci muffled.

"I'm uncomfortable."

Xia Zhinian's heart shrank, his ears turned red, his almond eyes widened, he shrank his neck subconsciously, and panicked, "You, you..."

Yan Ci hugged the person in his arms tightly, and looked at Chu Qingjian at the door, his eyes were cool and meaningful.

Chu Qingjian: "..."

Chu Qingjian was silent.

Chu Qingjian turned and left.

This is not where he should be.

Xia Zhinian heard the sound of footsteps going away, and wanted to look back in a daze, but clasped a hand on the back of his head.

"Student Xia."

With a low voice, Yan Ci stretched out his blood-stained arm in front of him, "It was also the hand that was burned that day."

Student Xia: "..."

Classmate Xia has one head and two big heads.

There was already half a person left at the door, Xia Zhinian hesitated to speak, but did not chase outside after all, looked at Qingjuan boy, and saw that he was frowning lightly, enduring discomfort.

After hesitating for a moment, his voice was soft and hesitant.

"Are you...really suffering?"

"Well, uncomfortable."

Yan Ci's voice was low, it sounded a little pitiful.

Xia Zhi's long eyelashes trembled uneasily twice.

"Then, how about I let you... touch it?"

He bit his lips, and the base of his ears became shamefully red, "Where do you want to touch?"