“You indifferent jerk. Just touch me a little more.”

Saying that, I gently placed myself in his hands. Then, after a brief pause, his hands started to move again.

The large, firm hand that had covered my forehead brushed my earlobe and then touched my cheek. I liked the cool sensation of his hand, so I unconsciously rubbed my heated cheek against it.

“Do you usually get so comfortable with other people’s hands?”

“What did you say?”

“I said to touch me more…”

I couldn’t quite catch what he was murmuring, so I asked again, but he just mumbled to himself. Somehow, his touch on my face felt somewhat sticky.

Then, suddenly, Ye Ilhu’s thumb gently swept across my lips.