Chu Mucheng extended his uninjured left hand, holding An Xiaoyu's right hand, keeping her palm pressed against where his heart was.
"Can you feel it?"
An Xiaoyu panicked inwardly.
This gentle side of Chu Mucheng, she had never seen before, and tonight, all her emotions were off.
She wanted to withdraw her hand, but Chu Mucheng held on tightly.
"Let go!"
Chu Mucheng's lips curved into a slight smile.
"Do you feel my love for you now?"
An Xiaoyu took a deep breath.
"Chu Mucheng, love is sacred, separate from physical contact."
As she spoke, she tried to shake off Chu Mucheng's hand, but he tightened his grip.
"Physical touch is also a form of love; you should get used to it!"
Chu Mucheng's smile was devilishly charming, elegant yet deadly, beguiling people's hearts; his voice was deep and slightly husky: "From the moment you stepped through the doors of the Chu Family, it was destined by the heavens, in this life, you will be entangled with me! An Xiaoyu, you are mine!"
