"No, it won't." She promised.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly let go of her interlocking fingers, and her hand was suddenly free, and little by little it was withdrawn from between his fingers.

The sweat in the palm of her hand, she no longer knew whether the road was hers or his. Tremblingly, she pulled a tissue from her bag and wiped the sweat from her palms.

His eyes were half-down, and his gaze fell on the hand she was wiping, "Am I dirty?" ”

She pouted and looked up at him, "Why do you say that?" ”

"If not, why do you wipe your hands?" He asked rhetorically.

His gaze, looking at her heavily, made her heart tremble unconsciously, "I...... Wipe your hands just because your palms are sweaty, not because of ......" rarely, she explained in front of him with a slight stammer. She could not explain, but the look on his face was like a wound, and she somehow wanted to make it clear.

"Really?" He muttered, raising his hand, clasping the back of her head and lips, and pressing it to her earlobe, "Then prove it to me." ”

"Proof?" How do you prove it? She wondered, and his breath sprayed in her ears, ruffling her thoughts.

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

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

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and he ...... He probably didn't want her to touch his hand again...... "You want me to ......," she cried.

"Don't you want to?" The light in his eyes clearly told her what he thought.

This kind of thing, it's crazy! Just thinking about it, she felt a rush of blood rushing to her head, she could do it so much.

But his eyes were still looking at her, Yingying, but like a dead tan, without the slightest ripple, "Kiki, it hurts......" His thin lips closed one by one, and he only said these four words.

Hurt...... How much does it hurt?

His voice, clear and cold, like a drop of water, seeped into her cochlea, and his gaze was empty, but with a hint of bewilderment.

Inexplicably, her heart was constantly tugged at with his gasps. What is this feeling? Some are distressed, some are pity, but there are more feelings that even she can't explain clearly.

I want to smooth out his hollowness, I want his eyes, when can they be like normal people, full of ordinary joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Then, by the gods, her hand reached for him little by little, touching his fire-heat.

It was so hot that it almost burned her hands.

And he was so quiet, just staring at her, the only difference from what was just now that his empty eyes were dyed with a certain emotion that should be called joy.

Time seemed to stand still, and she didn't know how long it took for her to hear him whisper, "So, I'm not dirty, am I?" ”

"Well, it's not dirty." She heard herself answer him.

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When Xia Qi returned to the bedroom, her face was still hot. From the end of the movie to the time she left the cinema, she was always in a blur, and her mind was almost blank.