She, who has never trusted strangers, for the first time felt an instinctive trust in someone she wasn't particularly close to.
That's why she dared to make that probing attempt just now.
"What do you want to know? Just ask me, why bother making a move?" Su Yu reached out, holding her fingers, and the warmth seeped into Han Jing's skin, making her feel an inexplicable ticklish, tingling sensation.
Han Jing's body stiffened for a moment.
To be honest, she wasn't very accustomed to being touched by men.
She had been an actress for many years, but she had always worked alone, was very selective in taking roles, and rarely had any physical contact with men.
The fact that she had a slight obsession with cleanliness was one, but more importantly, before she took on the guise of an actress, the men she encountered during her missions mostly ended up dead at her hands. Her cold fingertips, stained with warm blood, made her feel an unexplainable disgust.
