บท 388: Can I Join You for Breakfast?

Feng Xinying bit her lower lip as she took the hankie from him and wiped her tears. He looked intently at her and asked, "Why were you crying?" 

Feng Xinying licked her lips. She didn't know what to answer so she just kept quiet. After wiping her tears she gave the hankie back to him. As she gave it back, her fingers slightly brushed his hand and once again he could feel his blood running in between his thighs. He chided himself, "For the love of God, Shengu stop thinking about her. She is married to someone and you are just impersonating." He wrestled with his thoughts and then unable to bear to stay away from touching her anymore, he just held her hand on the pretext that they were cold. 

"Why are your hands cold?" he asked. 

Feng Xinying frowned slightly. "They are not…" she replied. Even though she wanted to keep holding them, she replied on an impulse but as soon as she replied, she felt like slapping herself.