set fire to his heart

When Fu Mianmian put his hand into Lu Beichen's back.

Due to limited space, her palm was directly against his skin.

The body temperature and touch from him were actually transmitted to her senses through her fingertips and palms.

His warm temperature, firm touch.

It was conveyed to her through her palm prints, obviously nothing special, but it seemed to be carrying an electric current at this time, which made her find it difficult.

I want to withdraw my hand, but I can't withdraw it.

Fu Mianmian swallowed again involuntarily.

This was the first time she and Lu Beichen had such contact.

Still in such an ambiguous posture, on the bed in the closed bedroom.

The more Fu Mianmian thought about it, the hotter her cheeks became.

The palm seems to grow many tentacles, the senses are infinitely magnified, and the feelings are expanded to countless times.

The real touch between the skin made Fu Mianmian feel that Lu Beichen was like a big hot potato.

And Lu Beichen, who had the same feeling as her, was touched.

He unconsciously moved his body.

It is also because of his movements that the touch of the palm changes.

The body temperature from him is entangled between her fingers, the breath from him wraps her more, and...

With his open collar, the condescending Fu Mianmian could see his chest clearly with his slightly lowered gaze.

Clear lines, complete body.

Obviously she wanted to look away, but she couldn't ignore it.

This feeling made Fu Mianmian extremely displeased. She scratched her hand a few times in embarrassment, and then wanted to withdraw her hand, but she just had this tendency. She only heard Lu Beichen say:

"Mianmian, not there, a little further to the left."

"..." Fu Mianmian had no choice but to ask for help.

"It's not here either, just a little bit further down."

"..." Fu Mianmian followed suit.

"Yes, yes, right here."

Hearing what he said, Fu Mianmian curled up her fingers to tickle him.

I thought it was over.

But Lu Beichen said again: "Mianmian, it's too light, can it be heavier?"

"..." Fu Mianmian was speechless.

She took a dull breath, but still followed Lu Beichen's wishes and did as he said.

After going up and down several times.

She couldn't bear it anymore: "Okay?"

The current interaction is too ambiguous, the posture and state of the two of them are very easy to make people imagine.

Her tone was impatient, and Lu Beichen accepted it as soon as she saw it.

"OK OK……"

Lu Beichen moved his body comfortably, groaned in satisfaction, and looked up at her with a smile: "Mianmian, you make me so comfortable."

His words ignited the already ambiguous atmosphere in an instant.

Fu Mianmian was like a bomb that exploded with a bang.

"Lu Beichen!! Are you annoying!!"

She was so angry that she got out of bed directly, put on her shoes and left: "Goodbye!! I'd better go to sleep on the opposite side!! If there is anything else, please ask your servant to take care of you!!"

"Eh……"

Lu Beichen wanted to persuade him to stay.

But he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything.

Fu Mianmian didn't give him any room to struggle.

She was determined to leave, and soon slammed the door and left his bedroom.

The movement was so loud that even the air echoed.

Sitting on the bed, Lu Beichen felt a little regretful, but soon he showed a relieved and satisfied smile in the direction where Fu Mianmian disappeared.

"It's so cute, but also shy..."

Lu Beichen muttered to himself.

For Fu Mianmian's violent reaction, he could only explain that she was so excited that she was about to lose control.

It's a good thing, a big good thing!

Lu Beichen was sitting on the bed alone and giggling, while Fu Mianmian, who locked himself in the opposite bedroom, was pressing against the door panel to calm down heavily.

There seemed to be a huge whirlpool in her heart.

No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't calm it down, nor could she escape...

***
On the other side, inside the Gesang City Hospital.

Chang An was placed on the hospital bed to rest, but he didn't have any thoughts of resting.

Just because of the man sitting on the sofa by the window.

Luo Yihan maintained the same sitting posture, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and was concentrating on playing games.

From the original wearing earphones, to using an external amplifier in the back.

In the ward, only the sound of his game special effects remained.

The sound of weapon collisions, as well as the forecast sound of releasing moves and official reminders...

The atmosphere in the ward was very awkward.

After a long time.

Chang An took the initiative to break the silence and asked him, "How long are you going to play games here?"

heard.

Luo Yihan didn't even raise his head.

He continued to hold the phone in both hands: "What? Do you want to chat with me?"

Chang An was awkward: "I don't want to."

"Then you want me to play games with you?"

"Do not."

"That's right, you can't do anything with your hands now."

Luo Yihan said, paused the game interface, looked up at Chang An: "So, what do you want to do?"

Chang An who was suddenly asked by him.

He met his glances glancing at him head-on.

Those gray pupils were sharp and deep, reflecting the sunlight behind him.

Against the light, it is extraordinarily dazzling.

His outstanding and monstrous appearance exists there like a statue, which makes people feel unreal.

"..." Chang An was briefly stunned.

After that, he looked away awkwardly, and emphasized: "What don't you want to do."

"Then you ask?"

Luo Yihan smiled, and said bluntly: "If you ask, you can explain what you want to do. Since you have already asked, why don't you continue?"

He said, put down his phone, and raised his legs with great interest.

Luo Yihan looked at Chang An with a half-smile, and said in a relaxed tone, "Tell me, what do you want to do? I'll think about it, whether I should follow your idea."

See him questioning again and again.

Chang An decided to speak bluntly: "When can you leave here? Don't you have anything else to do?"

His words froze the smile on Luo Yihan's face.

He froze for a few seconds.

Then, Luo Yihan came to his senses, dumbfounded: "Heh, do you mean you despise me?"

Chang An didn't answer.

His silence is already the best answer.

"..." Luo Yihan was speechless.

He looked at Chang An and told him: "How many people dream of being in the same room with me, but you don't know the blessings in the midst of blessings?"

Chang An didn't even look at him: "I'm not that many people."

"..." Luo Yihan was silent.

Luo Yihan, who originally wanted to continue teasing him, suddenly changed his mind because of his ruthless words.

He withdrew his smile, picked up his phone and continued playing the game: "I have nothing else to do, so I can only stay here to pass the time when I'm bored. Oh right..."

"You'd better not forget that your lifeline is in my hands now."

He reminded him with a half-hearted smile: "Because of my identity, you can stay in the hospital for treatment anonymously, and it is also because of my withdrawal of the report that the police did not pursue your origin."

"You should know exactly what that means."

Luo Yihan smiled on the surface, but was full of threats: "For the sake of these two things, even if you dislike me, you can only hold back. I take care of you so considerately, you'd better be polite to me."