Hands... growing cold.
Was it because of his kiss, or was it because of his words?
Ren Chuqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, wanting to retrieve her hand, but Wen Muqing's fingers held it so tightly that she couldn't pull away.
"Hmm?" His nasal voice was melodious, still expecting an answer from her.
"Don't you want the Gem Sword? At that time, I had already handed the Gem Sword to you, so whether I held onto you or not, it isn't important anymore," she replied.
His kissing of her palm halted, "The Gem Sword? You think what I ultimately wanted was the Gem Sword?"
"Could it be that you jumped into the ocean for me? To come and save me?" Ren Chuqing replied sarcastically.
Yet Wen Muqing's expression was unusually serious, "What if it was."
She was taken aback, "No one would risk their life for a toy, much less you."
