Finally, he placed the dish in front of Qin Yucen, knowing she liked fish.
As she looked at the fish meat carefully picked clean of bones, she could also feel Huo Jingtang's gaze on her face. The icily sharp gaze concealed scorching flames that burned her soul inch by inch, disrupting her heartbeat until she could no longer breathe.
Yet, why did her eyes feel prickly, itchy, as tears threatened to well up? She could only grit her teeth and endure the warm turbulence surging in her chest, helplessly consumed, while he burrowed fiercely into the core of her heart. She suddenly felt that she could no longer face him with the calm she had in the past.
Under the table, his warm and dry hand clasped hers. His fingers gently caressed her delicate palm as if to soothe her. She did not pull away, letting him hold her like that. The sensation was wonderful, like being cradled in someone's palm, cared for and cherished, and all the uneasy negative emotions disappeared with it.
