In room 6235, Xu Renfei threw himself onto the sofa the moment he entered, without even removing his makeup. He placed one hand on his forehead, the smile he had when facing Bi Xia gradually fading away. His expression turned indifferent as he stared at the ceiling, his eyes carrying an indistinct gloom, lost in thought.
Truth be told, Xu Renfei didn't even know what he was thinking. He only knew that he'd felt off the entire day.
Ever since... those hands...
The sensation of touching those hands lingered persistently, even after a day filled with countless other touches, refusing to fade away...
It wasn't the first time he'd touched, even dragging around carelessly before. But today, it felt as if a key had suddenly unlocked a selectively closed door...
Ding dong—
