"Wait a minute."
Suddenly, Song Wenjing called out to her.
She was startled and looked up, only to find that in the short span of time, this man had already reached out and tenderly tucked a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear.
Yin Hehe: "..."
Her face, which had been healing for some time now, was obscured with thick bandages, sometimes strands of hair would fall, and she really could not feel it.
But even if she couldn't feel it, this level of intimacy was surely too much, no?
Yin Hehe came back to her senses, and a surge of strong discomfort immediately rose within her.
"Song... brother, you..."
"Bang!"
Just as she was about to remind him that they needed to maintain a distance in the future,
suddenly, someone kicked at the mansion's gates from the outside with force.
"Who's there?"
In an instant, both of them were shocked in the courtyard!
