Qin Shuang's ears turned red from the heat of his breath.
Is He Zhiyao toxic or what?
She was holding her brother's hand, not some other man's!
When she was feeling so sentimental, so emotional, how could he bring everything around to flirtation?
Qin Shuang felt her heartbeat lose its rhythm.
He Zhiyao kept rubbing her fingers until they almost turned red, then he turned off the tap and pulled a paper towel to dry her fingers before lifting them to his lips and biting gently.
Qin Shuang let out a soft whimper, "It hurts."
"So delicate," He Zhiyao's lips brushed her ear as he exhaled softly, "Next time it turns red, then you can say it hurts."
Then, with a low chuckle, he let go of her and said, "I'm going to have a few words with him. You wait in the hallway."
After Qin Shuang waited for him to leave, she slowly turned around, the words flashing through her mind,
Next time it turns red, then you can say it hurts.
Turned red.
Her hand turned red...