Ye Xingguang tightly gripped her hair, glaring at him: "If you're just messing with me, you're done for!"
Ye Junqing squinted his eyes, beckoning her over with a jerk of his finger.
"What do you want?"
"Give me your hand. Show you whether I am messing with you or not."
Being asked so, Ye Xingguang genuinely extended her hand. Intense heat transferred from the palm of his hand to hers, leading her to almost drop his hand in surprise, and exclaim, "Why is your hand so hot? Do you have a fever?"
Having said that, Ye Xingguang raised her other hand, pressed it on Ye Junqing's forehead and whistled in response to his high temperature.
Ye Junqing didn't respond to her. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it against his chest and coldly said, "Listen for yourself, how fast my heart is beating. Still refusing to admit that you seduced me into drinking the potion of love when I was sick? Do you still think I am in a mood to play with you?"
Thump - thump - thump -
