บท 126: One hundred twenty-six, have you and Gu Chen not done that in a long time?_1

He had always thought his wife's skin was nice, but he had not expected the touch to be so pleasant as well.

Chenzi couldn't resist, and under the pretext of wiping her face, he stroked it again.

The feeling was incomparable.

Chenzi's movements were careful and gentle, his eyes brimming with tenderness as though it was about to overflow.

Ji Pianran stared blankly at him.

That moment when his warm, dry palm touched her face.

Ji Pianran felt as though her face had caught fire.

Her heartbeat uncontrollably skipped a beat.

The throbbing that arose when blood surged in her veins.

It made her hand tremble involuntarily.

She lowered her head, gently pursing her rosy lips.

Her long eyelashes fluttered again and again.

She resembled a scared little deer.

The helplessness mixed with a touch of confusion was endearing and lovable.

Had he just been wiping her face?

And with such an intimate gesture, that must mean he liked her, right?