She pinched his wrist, about to take his pulse, but at her touch, he jerked his wrist away as if scalded by hot water.
Dong Huiying was taken aback.
He, too, was momentarily stunned.
Then, his thin lips tightened slightly.
"Zhi Chen is fine, it's only a headache due to poor sleep these days."
Dong Huiying frowned deeply. He had withdrawn his wrist so abruptly, as if stung by a wild bee, which reminded her of Yixuan from several months ago...
Liang Zhichen...
Could he be like Yixuan? Not wanting to be touched by her, fearful of being hurt by her? She took a trembling step back...
Zhi Chen, seeing her expression, understood, but how could he explain? It wasn't that he was afraid of her or avoiding her touch; it was that he felt guilty—as if her touch would make him...
"Baobao, don't overthink, alright?" He took a step toward her and gently stroked her hair. "I'm not scared of you, I'm just..." Could he admit that he had fallen, that he had feelings for her?
