C759 Physiological Discomfort

Ye Ling clearly felt the hand that was covering his fingers gently squeeze his palm. It was clearly a comforting action, but his irritable mood didn't ease up at all.

"It's nothing. In order to execute that plan successfully, I have to make a temporary sacrifice." Ye Ling lowered his eyes and looked at the two hands they were holding. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised