Even though her singing was not pleasant, her voice was excellent. It was a graceful and gentle tone. When she was reading, there was a special note in her voice.
She held the book with both hands. Lu Xingzhi's hand was on her waist. After a while, that hand moved. He took one of her hands holding the book and put it under the quilt. The hand that he was holding was placed on his heart.
The palm of that hand could feel his strong heartbeat and the hot temperature of his palm.
The man looked like he was covered in ice but had a ball of fire burning in his heart.
The ward was very quiet, and only her gentle voice was in his ear.
Her soft hand was in his palm and pressed against his heart. He liked to feel the temperature of her palm and even liked her to let him hold her hand obediently.
Even after so many things, she still trusted him and saw him as someone she could rely on.