Therefore, Wei Wucai felt addicted to this feeling and couldn't stop touching her hair.
It was too embarrassing.
While Wei Wucai was touching her head, he was criticizing himself inwardly.
After all, one of the teachings at the Mount Lan Compound was self-control.
If their identities were exposed and they were caught, they might be subjected to different types of coercion and threats.
And so, the training for self-control was necessary.
Yet he had become weak.
Yan Zhiqing didn't expect Wei Wucai to touch her on the head.
Her eyes widened and her mouth was agape. She didn't know how to react.
Her mind was telling her to move away, but her body did the exact opposite.
She remained stunned, allowing Wei Wucai to touch her head.
Suddenly, Wei Wucai's phone rang. The sound of the ringtone brought the two back to their senses.
Wei Wucai then took his hand back.
