Dorian Shi didn't let go of his hand until they reached a secluded place in the outdoor garden. He looked at Felix Chu, whose eyelashes drooped, and it was unknown what the other person was thinking.
He narrowed his eyes and raised his chin: "Felix Chu, you are here to play the role of the fiancé, not to mess things up."
Felix Chu finally looked at him, his chest heaving violently.
That piece of skin has not been touched by anyone since the scar appeared.
Only every time he washes up, Felix Chu's fingertips will rub against the rugged skin, giving him a strong sense of presence against the backdrop of other smooth skin.
He knew the feeling there, and he knew what Shicong Palace felt.
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