"Zhao Zhan."
Yue Jiaojiao called out softly, and Zhao Zhan subconsciously held his breath. Yue Jiaojiao sat down in front of him and put her legs on his lap. She hooked his little finger and said, "I realize that you're getting more and more powerful."
Zhao Zhan felt his heart race ten times faster. Sometimes, he would feel extremely thirsty when the girl in his arms held his hand and called his name softly.
His body temperature gradually rose, and a layer of sweat appeared on Zhao Zhan's forehead.
As she spoke, her legs swayed slightly. She lowered her head and played with Zhao Zhan's fingers, placing her palm against his. "Why are your hands so big? But your hand is so rough, it hurts."
Zhao Zhan subconsciously curled his fingers.
"Don't move, let me see the roughness."
