The atmosphere suddenly grew tense, and Yan Jian started to feel breathless.
All over her body, every little hair seemed to stand on end, the tips pricking through her clothes, making her feel like a little hedgehog.
But aren't a hedgehog's spikes supposed to face the enemy and protect itself? Why did she feel these spikes only added an itch and unease, without posing any actual threat to him?
The itching sensation spread, making her involuntarily recall the rainy night on the street outside the "Middle Ages" gate, when she broke out in small red bumps, and the usually domineering and rude him gently reached in to scratch them for her, making her so comfortable that she unwittingly let down her guard...
Thus, this itch at this moment became a warning signal to her—a warning to stay away from him, not to forget to resist like last time!
