C442 I like It

Mu Qing lowered her eyes and took the towel from Shi Qincheng's hand. She gently rubbed it, and when her fingers touched the back of his neck, he lowered his head and slightly trembled.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Qing's eyebrows slightly trembled. He seemed to have stretched and shrunk just now. Was it his hand that was slightly cold touching him or was it not comfortable?

"It's nothing."

"Oh