Too sudden, Qin Ya realized she had accidentally touched Ye Huan's left arm with her right shoulder, and she instantly blushed!
Mind you, she was only wearing a very thin black silk nightgown, how thin was it? Thin enough to be almost negligible!
And Ye Huan was bare-chested, his muscles exposed to the air.
Such a touch, isn't it akin to "skin-to-skin"?
From childhood to adulthood, she had never even held a man's hand.
Now that she touched the muscles of the man who held a tiny "billion" bit of position in her heart, her heart raced uncontrollably, her gaze wandered wildly, too embarrassed to even glance at Ye Huan.
Ye Huan was also a bit speechless, knowing the three women were matchmaking him and Qin Ya.
But isn't this too fast?
Before this, he had never held Qin Ya's hand.
Now they were directly touching; he didn't mind, but Qin Ya might not be able to accept it.
Actually, Huan was overthinking.
Qin Ya was simply shy, not unable to accept.
