"What are you doing?" Lu Meili asked. She was holding Long Cheng's wrist tightly, clearly showing her refusal to let him touch her. 'The sparks are still there, so I can't complain...' His thoughts feeling the familiar static when they were touching each other.
Though Long Cheng was caressing her skin earlier, he could feel the sparks better when she touched him.
Long Cheng grinned, "I was checking if you have other wounds. You know since you are not the careful type." He said casually, before trying to check again, ignoring her grip which was tightening further around his wrist.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Stop." She hissed pushing his arm away. She would never buy such a lame excuse. There was also no way she would let him look further.
Long Cheng's eyes glinted with hurt before he managed to hide it completely. "Your wounds…" He reminded instead.
