Nan Xueyin’s limbs were paralyzed, but as soon as Xiao Mingyu withdrew his hand, she still struggled to turn her head, rubbing her cheek—the very spot he had caressed—against the pillow with all her might, desperately trying to scrub away his scent.
Xiao Mingyu took in the scene, his tender expression fading into a dark, somber gaze. "Do you loathe me touching you?"
Nan Xueyin had rubbed her face so hard it was stained a bright crimson. She lay flat on her back, staring at him with an expressionless face, and replied, "Yes. I do."
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