Nan Jiaojiao's brow jumped coldly.
She grabbed Bo Yanching's hand and pressed it against her left chest.
She pressed it firmly.
Under her palm was a heart beating vividly.
A trace of coldness floated on Nan Jiaojiao's delicate face, her red lips slightly hooked, the hint of a smile not evident in her eyes, "Did you feel it? Do I have a heart?"
Bo Yanching was briefly stunned, his mind a blank.
It was not until Nan Jiaojiao pushed his hand away that he vaguely heard a low murmur beside his ear, "Now you're addicted to touching."
With just a few words, she pinned him to the shameful pillar labeled "pervert."
When Bo Yanching regained his senses and reached out to catch her, Nan Jiaojiao had already turned away, his fingertips only brushing against the cool edge of her clothing.