"If you have anything to say, just say it directly." Jiang Nanyan said with lowered eyebrows.
She stammered, her face turned red as if she could bleed, and she turned her face away, not daring to look at Huangfulian at all.
Huangfulian laughed silently, enduring the pain in her chest, and raised her hand with great effort, gently caressing Jiang Nanyan's red cheek, which was close at hand, and gently scraped her bitten lips back and forth with her fingertips.
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Occasionally, she would gently lift Jiang Nanyan's hair that was hanging down her pink cheeks behind her ears.
Jiang Nanyan could no longer care about being shy, and quickly lowered her head again, getting closer to prevent Huangfulian from moving too much and pulling on the wound, causing the wound on his chest to open.[
The two of them were almost nose to nose, so close that Jiang Nanyan could feel Huangfulian's breath spraying hotly on his face.
The sound of his breathing was a little weak, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, which made Jiang Nanyan very worried.
She bent her waist and hung in front of Huangfulian's eyes, daring not to move.
"You, if you have anything to say, please say it quickly." Jiang Nanyan bit her lip and spoke with a red face.
Huangfulian didn't speak, just stared at her intently, and the movements of her hands were unusually gentle.
Those gentle, almost effortless touches seemed particularly intimate when the two of them were so close.