C212 Goodbye Ye Fan

Ye Fan's hands had somehow completely lost their original function. Meanwhile, Leng Xinyao's hand had found its way to his back, gently pressing on his waist as though she were searching for a specific acupoint.

Leng Xinyao didn't flinch; instead, she bore the pain in silence, her gaze fixed upward at Ye Fan, who appeared utterly entranced.

Then, a trace of icy detachment flickered in her eyes