Jiang Yifan felt the soft touch on his forehead, his heart went blank for a moment, followed by a surge of ecstasy. But this ecstasy had already been hidden deep in his heart by the time he met Ye Xinyan's gaze.
Thus, when Ye Xinyan sensed something amiss and glanced toward Jiang Yifan, he calmly met her eyes and said, "Men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving objects, Ah Yan, remember what you have done."
Ye Xinyan's already embarrassed complexion immediately stiffened, and she paused for a few breaths before hastily trying to make excuses, "Oh, I thought Lord Jiang was ill, but it's good that you're not, really good." She better hurry and leave; the words he had just spoken sounded a bit like entrapment.
Of course, Lord Jiang wouldn't pass up such a good opportunity, and with gentle eyes, he said, "Ah Yan, I'm so happy that you care so much about me."
