Elliot Huang and the Whisper of Fate Chapter 62

The man held his hand. The temperature was scalding and the touch was rough. Elliot Huang obediently raised his head and did not struggle.

Qi Feng's breath hit the dust, thick and heavy. He was sweating, and the palms of his hands holding the young man were soaked with sweat.

Elliot Huang repeated what he said before, "Don't scratch my hair, it hurts."

Qi Feng listened to the suppressed crying in his ears and swallowed unconsciously. Something appeared in his eyes, silent, then turned up again, and it was difficult to restrain it.

By some strange coincidence, Qi Feng loosened his grip on the young man's forehead and stroked his cheek instead.