"Your hand hurts?" Xiang Yi's brows furrowed and she grabbed Shi Sui's wrist. "I'll take your pulse..."
In the next second...
Her fair and slender wrist, was clutched and held tightly.
He rubbed his warm thumb gently over her slightly raised wrist bones, making her feel ticklish.
In an instant...
The kitchen was so quiet that one could hear the subtle sound of the refrigerator operating.
Although Xiang Yi was sometimes slow-witted, it wasn't that slow that she didn't understand anything.
Her ears were burning but she still tried to look serious and asked, "Are you lying to me?"
"Yes." Shi Sui admitted openly with a warm joy in his dark, peach-blossom-shaped eyes which had curled inner corners and upturned outer corners. "Oh dear, Xiang Yi discovered me."