Gu Xiaozhan's palm was scorching hot, as if it were flames, burning him.
She completely ignored his resistance to her; she teased him, yet she was unaware.
"Han Han..." he suddenly called her, his voice deep and magnetic.
There was no trace of anger, but rather profound affection.
Mu Anhan was taken aback; she remembered that in her previous life after she died, he called her that too.
Last night, while she was feverish and foggy, he called her that as well.
So, it led to her not knowing whether it was a dream or reality last night.
At this moment, when she heard him call her that while she was awake, she suddenly felt that being alive was so wonderful!
And hearing him call her name with such affection, she suddenly cried.
Her crying left Gu Xiaozhan at a loss for what to do.
"Why are you crying?" Why couldn't he call her that? He was somewhat confused.
