An Lan froze for a moment, then looked down to realize that her hand was actually resting on Huo Zhanting's abs. She pulled back her hand as if it had been scalded and then a husky voice sounded beside her ear, "How does it feel, comfortable?"
"You..." An Lan turned her head away, and the man who had his eyes closed just moments ago now had them open. He was looking at her, his dark pupils brimming with amusement, though his eyes were clear, obviously having been awake for a while.
"Not comfortable at all, hard as a rock," An Lan retorted with a pout.
Huo Zhanting paused, as if determined to prove a point, lifted his shirt, and grabbed An Lan's slender hand to press it against his abs again. All she felt was a boom in her head, followed by a blank, and she just foolishly let him guide her hand to touch that warm skin.
