Qi Xingzhou was slightly bent over, seeming a bit weak, resting his head on one side of Jiang Ning's shoulder.
Jiang Ning was wearing a single layer today, and when Qi Xingzhou's head came to rest on her shoulder, even though their skin wasn't directly touching, the thin layer of fabric still allowed Jiang Ning to feel his body heat and his hot breath.
Jiang Ning's body stiffened.
She, who was accustomed to being alone, had almost never been this close to someone before.
At the moment Qi Xingzhou lowered his head, Jiang Ning originally wanted to step aside to avoid him, but because he was Qi Xingzhou, she forcibly suppressed the impulse.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Jiang Ning looked up, watching the last little hedgehog disappear above Qi Xingzhou's head, and couldn't help touching it: "Does your head hurt?"
Before Qi Xingzhou could answer, the system in Jiang Ning's mind couldn't help saying: [Host, you can't say that!]
