C1711 Minor action

"What, are you hot?"

"No, no …"

Elder Tu Xing raised his white brows, his eyes still staring straight into Tu Zhen's eyes. The more Tu Zhen avoided his gaze, the more Elder Tu Xing stared fixedly at him, "If it's not hot, why are you sweating so much cold sweat on your forehead?"

In reality, Elder Tu Xing knew that Tu Zhen felt that he had given him too much pressure