With each one, it was as if it would burst through the chest.
Yet Tang Wan suddenly withdrew, stretching out her finger and poking at the spot where his heart was.
"Jinsang..."
"Hmm?" She seemed not to realize just how intense and profound Jiang Jinsang's gaze was at that moment.
Her finger's poke set his heart racing with a thump.
"Your heartbeat... It's so fast." Someone laughed carelessly and brightly, without a care in the world, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
In Tang Wan's subconscious, she always felt there was something wrong with his health, reaching out her hand again to touch his forehead, and then compared it with her own.
Being drunk, her sensory functions were impaired, and she seemed unable to tell the difference, so she stood on tiptoe, looped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down.
Their foreheads touched, and she laughed again.
"Jinsang... am I the one who's sick? Why is my forehead hotter than yours?"
