C34 First Time of Mercy

Yan Mohen's actions surprised Qi Luofan. Yan Mohen was able to keep his composure. He was neither impatient nor anxious. Qi Luofan glanced at Yan Mohen's hands. They were white, slender, with well-defined knuckles, and his nails were neatly trimmed.

Qi Luofan retracted his gaze, the corner of his mouth suddenly curving upwards. His fingers that were tapping the keyboard paused for a moment