Tan Jincheng immediately stiffened all over when he felt Gu Yi'an's touch.
Especially when her still somewhat cold hand ventured onto his chest, her cool skin pressing against his. Tan Jincheng's whole body tensed even more.
His voice instantly turned low: "Anan, you... what are you doing?"
He extended a hand to hold the one Gu Yi'an had placed on his chest.
But Gu Yi'an's hand gently twisted, broke free, and continued to stroke his chest.
Those slightly cold small hands touched his chest, challenging Tan Jincheng's nerves to the extreme!
He felt like his scalp was about to explode.
"Anan, you..." His voice became hoarse beyond measure.
Gu Yi'an, however, stubbornly caressed the skin on his chest, feeling the surgical scars there. Despite being treated, some scars remained.
"Does it still hurt here?" She looked up at Tan Jincheng, her eyes slightly red and filled with tears from crying earlier.
