Yan Gui was being held by Chuzheng, and he somewhat frantically pulled her hand away, a bit of red showing on the back of her pale hand.
Yan Gui's heart clenched slightly, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." She wasn't so delicate. If she was hurt by this, could she even be considered a woman!
Yan Gui's brows furrowed slightly as he gently blew on it.
Regret filled his heart. What was he avoiding just now? If he hadn't dodged, she wouldn't have gotten hurt.
"I'm sorry." Yan Gui apologized.
"Why have you been avoiding me lately?" Chuzheng didn't care about such a minor injury.
"I..." Yan Gui, holding her hand, applied a little pressure: "I haven't been avoiding you."
"Not avoiding me," Chuzheng leaned in closer, "then how come you're never there when I look for you?"
Once could be coincidence.
Twice could be coincidence.
What about three or four times?
Yan Gui fell silent.
Suddenly, Chuzheng kissed his lips: "Answer me."
