Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator

Chapter 207: Warmth

Chu Lian cleared her throat to gloss over the awkward moment. She lifted the curtain and asked, "It's so late, why aren't you resting yet? Do you have something urgent to tell me?"

Although He Sanlang's eyes were lowered, he had been watching Chu Lian from the corner of his vision. When she had paused in front of the pearl curtain at the door and had been seemingly entranced by him, he was beside himself with delight despite his cold countenance.

Restraining the fireworks in his heart, He Changdi said in a low, husky voice, "I remembered that there is something I haven't given you yet, so I came over."

Chu Lian looked at him doubtfully.

She walked over and sat down beside him. Tilting her head to one side, she asked, "Really?"

He Changdi covered his mouth and coughed before shifting his gaze elsewhere. "When have I ever lied to you?"

Chu Lian's brows creased together. Her limpid eyes stared at He Changdi, her suspicion as clear as day.

This lunatic He Sanlang was always full of empty words.

He Sanlang inwardly scolded Chu Lian for 'shamelessly' staring at him. She was too brazen for her own good. However, he also felt like he was floating on cloud nine at the same time. He enjoyed this 'scorching hot' gaze of hers and he wished that Chu Lian would only ever have him in her eyes. Thus, a short while later, the tips of his ears began to redden.

Chu Lian held her hand out towards He Changdi.

He Sanlang caught sight of her small, outstretched hand as he looked up. Before he realised it, he had already reached out to grab it with his larger, coarse hand.

As their hands came into contact, it felt as if a spark of electricity had traced its way up their arms to strike directly into their hearts. He Sanlang couldn't help rubbing and kneading her soft and delicate hand.

His wife's hand was so lovely to the touch!

Her hand was so soft, so warm, and especially smooth. It was so tender and fragile that he was afraid of squeezing too hard. Coming here tonight was the wisest decision he had ever made.

Chu Lian's temples twitched. She watched as He Sanlang's chiseled face gradually turned warmer while his eyes lit up like the stars in the night sky. She could feel his large palm enveloping her hand. As if grabbing her hand wasn't enough, he rubbed and caressed it all over, like he had just found his favourite toy. It looked to her like he wanted to commit even the length of her nails to memory.

Although this feeling wasn't half bad, this wasn't what she had intended when she had held her hand out.

Chu Lian forcefully pulled hand back before once again showing her palm to He Changdi. "So where is it? Didn't you say that you wanted to give me something?"

It was only then that He Sanlang finally understood why his wife had held out her hand. So it hadn't been for him to touch; it was to ask him for her present...

He Sanlang felt like he had been dealt a blow.

The icy countenance that had thawed a little froze right over again. He scanned the young girl before him with half-lidded eyes. Inwardly, he was fuming- he wanted to punish this 'wicked' woman. Unfortunately, his heart was willing but his flesh was weak.

He Sanlang retracted his gaze and didn't try to continue touching Chu Lian's hand. Chu Lian thought that he was purposely feigning ignorance and was about to speak up when she heard a violent fit of coughing from him.

Chu Lian's brows creased together. Worried, she asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Is it because you had a drink earlier? Brother Guo and the others are really too much; even if we're celebrating New Year's, they shouldn't make a sick person drink..."