At that time, the energy that had flowed into Wu Chengyue's body through his palm started to spread in his veins and muscles, then move toward his head. Lin Qiao was still absorbing the energy, but had spared a part of it for Wu Chengyue.
'I didn't mean this to happen. Please don't be mad!' Wu Chengyue prayed in his head. He couldn't retract his hand now even if he wanted to, because she was holding it tightly.
He had no idea if Lin Qiao was holding him unwittingly or consciously. She should have sensed that he was absorbing the energy too, right? After all, she was able to feel the flow of energy.
Did she hold his hand because letting go would cause a problem?
'Can't let go.' At that moment, a voice was suddenly heard from his head.
Wu Chengyue gave a start. That voice wasn't clear, but he knew that it was Lin Qiao's voice. What was happening?
Telepathy?
