C157 Chen Qian's Hand

Suddenly, Zhang Daguang felt a chill on his face. It was Chen Qian's hand. That smooth and soft hand gently caressed his burning cheeks.

In an instant, Zhang Daguang's heartbeat accelerated. He took a deep breath and smiled unnaturally. He didn't even dare to say a word.

"Daguang, what's wrong with you? Why are your face so hot?" I find you've been shivering ever since you sat down