"Mm." Yan Sihan responded indifferently, putting on his clothes before looking up at her.
Then he reached out his slender and attractive hand, which hesitated for a moment before accepting hers.
The moment their hands connected, her hand was completely enveloped in his. His palm didn't seem to have any warmth, while her hand felt warm from holding the hand stove.
Afterward, his large hand gently guided her, making her flustered as she entered his embrace!
An agreeable fragrance of plum blossoms filled her nostrils, though the scent was stronger than before, likely to mask the smell of medicine on his body.
Once settled in his embrace, she intentionally kept some distance from his injured chest. Looking up, she found him staring at her, his gaze holding a hint of cool tenderness.
