Faced with this knockout who had presented himself to her, Ning Xuan couldn't resist reaching out to touch him. She caressed his gorgeous face; it was smooth and delicate.
As bewitching as Yu Mingche's face was, his muscles were firm. Ning Xuan couldn't stop stroking him.
Not counting when he was a Companion Spirit in his Little Fox form, Yu Mingche had never been touched like this in his entire life. The moment Ning Xuan's hand made contact, his heart raced, and a blush quickly crept up his face, making him look surprisingly shy.
If Yu Mingche's subordinates saw this, they would definitely think he'd been possessed by some malevolent spirit.
