Facing the orchid-like breath and the soft, warm jade-like presence of Ning Youwei, Lu Ping felt his breathing become uncontrollably rapid as he reached out and grasped her fingers.
His strong hand enclosed her delicate, soft fingers, and Lu Ping felt a sudden stir in his heart.
Ning Youwei's heart also raced all of a sudden, that feeling of being wrapped securely made her pretty face turn red involuntarily.
This action wasn't particularly outrageous, at least not compared to applying medicine on her chest yesterday, it wasn't really anything.
But Ning Youwei felt that this action had a more ambiguous feel than yesterday.
She tried to pull her fingers out with a slight force.
But Lu Ping held on firmly and didn't let go, the corner of his mouth lifting in an arc as he smiled and said, "Do you think I have any thoughts toward you?"
"I'm not the worm in your belly, how would I know if you have any thoughts toward me?" grumbled Ning Youwei petulantly.
