C265 Mental Illness

She looked up at him. "You..."

"It doesn't matter if I'm sick. But you can't get sick." He intimately tapped on the tip of her nose. "When my hands are warm,i'll go eat."

At this moment, she wanted to break free, but she could no longer.

Lowering her eyes, her fingers slightly curled up in his palm.

Her fingertips lightly scraped his firm skin, causing her heart to tremble slightly