His warm palm caressed Gu Ning's body, treating her like a priceless treasure he was desperate to touch, yet terrified of breaking.
Gu Ning had intended to stop Barto, but she lowered her hand after seeing his reaction.
Barto did his best to suppress the trembling in his palms and his ragged breathing, but his body grew uncontrollably hot. Within moments, he started to sweat.
Standing between Barto's legs, Gu Ning felt the heat from his palm steadily increase as she glanced at the little fox's expression.
'He's still trying so hard to look composed.'
'Doesn't he know the glowing markings on his body are giving away his every emotion?'
Gu Ning stared at Barto's gently rising chest. The markings there brightened and dimmed with the ebb and flow of his emotions. When they brightened, she knew he was getting excited; when they dimmed, it meant he had regained his composure.
