How's the eye disease?

Qu Mo Ying didn't know what to say for a moment, and her long eyelashes fluttered twice, sliding right over Pei Yuanjun's hand that hadn't yet retracted.

For an instant, Qu Mo Ying froze.

Pei Yuanjun's hand fell smoothly, gently touching her white cheeks, and when the warm, slender fingers slid over the skin, the tingly touch made her stiff face immediately burn.

Hands raised, subconsciously wanted to push him away, trying to show a calm and ...