"There's a psychological study that says people's subtle facial expressions can betray their inner thoughts. Just now, when you said there shouldn't be any concealment, he glanced to the left, but quickly recovered," Bai Ruozhu answered. "Besides, there's a woman's intuition."
Jiang Yichun nodded, "It might not be too critical, but this time he was genuinely scared."
Bai Ruozhu shrank her neck, "I'm really scared too. Look at what a mess this is."
She put a bit of blood into a small bottle. Jiang Yichun wanted to help but was stopped by her. "Don't let your hands touch those, otherwise I'll be disgusted with you."
"You're okay with touching them yourself?" Jiang Yichun said discontentedly.
"Well, my hands are meant to touch you, and your hands are for touching me, so of course you can't move," Bai Ruozhu replied.
Jiang Yichun couldn't help but laugh, what kind of logic is this?
But saying his hands are for touching her, he liked hearing that.
