President he is paranoid

"No." She promised.

After he was silent for a moment, he finally loosened his interlocking fingers slowly, and her hand was freed immediately, and pulled away from his fingers bit by bit.

The sweat in the palm of her hand, she no longer knew whether it was hers or his.Trembling, she took out a tissue from her bag, and wiped the sweat from her palms.

He lowered his eyes halfway, and his gaze fell on her wiping hand, "Am I dirty?"

She was stunned, and looked up at him, "Why do you say that?"

"If not, why are you wiping your hands?" he asked rhetorically.

His gaze, looking at her deeply, made her heart tremble unknowingly, "I...wipe my hands because my palms are sweaty, not because of..." She stammered a little while explaining in front of him.She didn't need to explain, but the hurt-like expression on his face made her want to make it clear somehow.

"Really?" He murmured, raised his hand, clasped the back of her head, put his lips on her earlobe, "then prove it to me."

"Proof?" How to prove it?She was puzzled, and his breath sprayed against her ears, disturbing her thoughts.

"Yes, proof." He said with certainty, "I want to know if what you said is true."

His lips moved away from her ears slowly, and his eyes were facing her.The two faces were very close together, so close that even in such a dim environment, she could clearly see every subtle expression on his face.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in her mind, he...he didn't mean to ask her to touch his hand again..."You want me..." she murmured.

"Don't you want to?" His eyes clearly told her what he thought.

This kind of thing is too crazy!Just thinking about it, she felt a rush of blood rushing to her forehead, she could do it like this.

But his eyes were still looking at her, full, but like a death scene, without the slightest ripple, "Qiqi, it hurts..." His thin lips opened and closed, and he only said these four words.

It hurts...how much does it hurt?

His voice, clear and cold, penetrated into her cochlea like water droplets, while his gaze was empty, but with a hint of bewitching.

Inexplicably, her heart was constantly pulled along with his panting.What is this feeling?A little distressed, a little pity, but there are more feelings that even she can't explain clearly.

I want to heal his emptiness, and when his eyes can be like normal people, filled with ordinary emotions.

Then, like a ghost, her hand stretched out towards him little by little, touching his fiery heat.

It was so hot it almost burned her hand.

But he was so quiet, just staring at her, the only difference from before was that his empty eyes were filled with some kind of emotion that should be called joy.

Time seemed to stand still, and she didn't know how long it took before she heard him whispering, "So, I'm not dirty, am I?"

"Well, not dirty." She heard herself answering him like this.

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When Xia Qi returned to the dormitory, her face was still hot.From the end of the movie to the time she left the movie theater, she was in a daze, and her mind was almost blank.