C60 If You Want to Kiss Just Kiss

A pair of delicate, boneless hands were tightly grasping his own. Ji Lianchen opened his eyes and his gaze slowly shifted to Wen Xiaoru, who was holding his hand as they slept on the sickbed.

His mouth was dry and dry, but he couldn't bring himself to wake up the woman who was sleeping, so he just uncomfortably shook her hand. He didn't feel like his hand was being held so tightly