Xue Yinzhou gazed at the female's reddened, moist eyes, and his heart tightened again; that unfamiliar sensation of pain surged up once more.
His fingers trembled involuntarily, even subconsciously wanting to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
His movements were faster than his thoughts.
The cool, slender fingertip gently touched her face, wiping away the dampness.
"Don't cry."
This time, not only was Shen Tang stunned, but the man himself was also taken aback.
He hurriedly withdrew his hand, his movements a bit stiff, and a look of disbelief flashed across his cold and handsome face as he retreated.
Shen Tang, however, quickly stepped forward, pressing a hand to his chest.
Through the wet clothes, she could clearly feel the frantic heartbeat underneath.
Her voice was light but unusually sure, "If you don't know me, why is your heart beating so fast?"
The body's reaction doesn't lie.
He must be her Xue Yinzhou.
