Xu Zijin's hand left her waist, reaching forward into the water-filled sink filled with soapy bubbles.
Immediately, Yan Yinuo's hand was gripped tightly by him.
"Do you know how many years I've waited for this day?" Xu Zijin's voice was low and hoarse, piercing into Yan Yinuo's ear like poison.
Because of the burn last time, the skin on Xu Zijin's palm was very rough, some parts were still twisted together, unlike normal skin.
Yan Yinuo was slightly dazed watching this scene, unable to continue the conversation, nor could she respond to Xu Zijin's words.
When his hand touched her palm, her whole body trembled slightly; the rough touch sent waves like electricity.
"After reading my diary, do you think I was really shameless before?" Unlike Yan Yinuo's tension and stiffness, Xu Zijin seemed exceptionally calm at this moment.
He even planned to have a discussion with Yan Yinuo about his feelings.
"Mm." After a long while, Yan Yinuo uttered a single sound, indicating agreement.
