He's my brother, he's my brother... Cai Yuncui kept telling herself in her heart.
But her brother was really handsome, and his hands were so warm.
Cai Yuncui's hand pressed firmly beneath her abdomen, as if trying to suppress an improper urge.
"Is it here?" Shen Mochen, having not heard a sound from Cai Yuncui for a while, looked up and asked again.
Cai Yuncui met Shen Mochen's eyes, startled, and quickly released her hand, "Mhm, yes, yes..."
In a few seconds, her hands clutched together, then she fiddled with the fine strands at her temples, seemingly unsure where to place them. The soft and cute face blushed, glasses slipping down her sweaty nose, then pushed back up again.
Shen Mochen held the swollen area of Cai Yuncui's ankle, his hand emitting a flickering green light, and the ankle had almost instantly healed.
