Roughness collided with smoothness, and scorching heat blended with icy cold.
The unfamiliar and strange touch made the two people, who had previously been entirely free of distractions, fall silent at the same time.
Jiang Yan's hands had distinct knuckles, with thick calluses on the palms and fingertips, combining both strength and beauty. His palms were warm and dry, yet they felt as if they could easily scorch her.
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