Qiao Nian unknowingly found herself sitting on him and was held in his arms, leaning against his neck and feeling the burning heat emanating from his skin.
She rarely moved and said softly, "Ye Wangchuan, let me see your left arm." The girl was not at all confused, but very calm, as if she came to her senses immediately after the kiss.
Ye Wangchuan showed a helpless expression and loosened his hands that were tightly clasped on her lower back, allowing Qiao Nian to sit up. He then rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscular arms.
"If you must see it, don't worry."
"I won't worry if I see it with my own eyes."
Qiao Nian stared at his movements intently until he exposed his entire arm. She reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, pulling him closer to her.
The breath was close and sprinkled on Ye Wangchuan's fine hair.
Qiao Nian leaned forward.
"Don't move. Let me see."
The man forced himself to straighten his back, put his slender hands on the edge of the sofa, and leaned back to make it easier for her to check his arm.
Even so, the breath pouring on his arm penetrated into his skin like a flame, burning his meridians inch by inch, burning deep into his heart.
"Hmm." Ye Wangchuan's eyes were dark, and he swallowed his Adam's apple. His rolling Adam's apple was as sharp as a blade, and his neck turned slightly red.
Only the girl was unaware that the air in the living room was heating up amidst the undercurrent...
She briefly checked Ye Wangchuan's left arm and stroked the raised skin with her fingertips: "Why is there a scar here?"
She raised her eyes: "You didn't take medicine?"
Ye Wangchuan touched her black eyes, bent his bony fingers, pulled up his clothes to cover the exposed body, and sat up slightly.
"I did, but I didn't use any scar removal medicine."
“…” Qiao Nian stared at his already dressed arms with a frown on his face, sitting cross-legged beside him, tilting his head thoughtfully, no one knew what he was thinking about.
Ye Wangchuan touched her, his eyes paused, and he stood up again and stretched out his hand to her: "You've been on the plane all day, go take a shower. I'll blow dry your hair when you come out."
Qiao Nian looked at the hand with distinct knuckles in front of her, and thought of the raised scar on his arm. Her eyes became dark and she pursed her lips.
"You really don't feel unwell?" I asked him seriously.
Ye Wangchuan's expression showed no clues, and he denied it again: "No."
Qiao Nian still frowned and sat cross-legged without moving. The man pulled her up and pushed her into the room: "Take a shower first. You smell."
“Not really.” Qiao Nian grabbed his collar and sniffed. Sure enough, he smelled a mixture of sweat and pickled cabbage from being on the plane for too long.
She couldn't stand the smell of rotten vegetable leaves, and her attention was diverted. Without Ye Wangchuan's urging, she rushed into the room to take a shower.
Qiao Nian didn't forget before closing the door.
"Wait till I come out and tell you something."
…
Half an hour later.
The girl, who had just washed her hair and taken a shower, pushed the door open and came out of the bedroom.
She was wearing a knee-length white T-shirt and rubbed the water droplets at the ends of her hair with a towel. She sat on the sofa in the living room and waited for Ye Wangchuan to blow her hair.
Ye Wangchuan had already prepared for the breeze, and when he saw her coming over, she sat obediently in front of him, exposing her back and fragile neck in front of him. He curled the corners of his lips, liking the way she trusted him 100% and was defenseless.
He first picked up the bath towel that had been prepared long ago and draped it over the girl's shoulders, then used his five fingers to carefully draw out the ink-black hair.