The warm breath on the abrasion on her foot sent a tingle straight to her heart, making Cen Jin stiffen up completely, sitting rigidly as she watched his expression with utmost confusion. Particularly his cautious demeanor, as if he were treating some rare treasure, created another illusion in her heart, shaking her belief in what seemed impossible.
"Thump—Thump—"
In the quiet, simple pink room, the sound of her accelerating heartbeat could almost be heard. Cen Jin slowly raised her hand to her chest, trying hard to contain herself. Her red lips moved as though she was about to give voice to something she'd long held in her heart.
But for some reason, the impulsive thought was abruptly suppressed by the sentence that suddenly popped into her mind, 'I have someone I like.'
"What's wrong?" Jiang Baizhou raised his eyes, accidentally catching her slightly lost and lifeless expression, so he asked.
