C1016 My Hands Are Itchy

In the bedroom, one in a daze, one in a dry hurry.

Lih Lingye faced Bai Xianxian, who was in a daze. He did not know where to start and did not know how to persuade Bai Xianxian to relax.

He sometimes had the back of his hand behind him, and sometimes he held it in front of him. He wanted to step forward and say something, but he forcefully held himself back.

It was as if. .