When he just took a cold shower, he tore off the bandage, so at the moment, there was nothing covering his chest.
Her hand lay on top of it, so warm.
It turns out that being cared for by her is such a warm thing, so nice, it's just a pity, it's not meant for him.
Thinking of this.
His deep eyes narrowed slightly, like a deep pool, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, flashing a trace of alluring charm.
Silly little Eva, oh silly little Eva.
When will you realize my existence!
He smiled teasingly: "My Lady Eva, stop touching." He couldn't stand it; her hand felt electrifying, especially since she was sitting on his lap at the moment.
"..." Eva initially wanted to cry, but when she heard him say that, she immediately bit her lip, "Who... who is touching you?"
He curled his lips into another smile, lowered his eyes, and looked at his chest. Her small hand was still buried inside his robe, touching his chest: "If this isn't touching, then what is it, hmm?"
