The muscles in his back tensed subconsciously.
Perhaps because the girl was behind him and out of sight, Ye Qianming's senses became even more pronounced.
His senses involuntarily tracked the girl, feeling her fingertips round and smooth, her skin delicate and soft, as gentle as if they were boneless.
Each touch was like a dragonfly skimming the water, barely making contact before separating.
Clearly...the strength of this woman was negligible to him.
But whenever she touched him, he always felt as if he'd inexplicably been burned.
What had this woman done to him? How could she make him feel this way?
Knowing that even a warrior of the Saint Realm would not be able to hurt him and make him feel this sensation.
How could this woman's mere touch affect him so?
Ye Qianming was in agony, wanting to grasp Luo Qingtong's hand, yet he could not move a muscle!
Meanwhile, Luo Qingtong was filled with frustration.
