Her throat felt numb and itchy, as if countless ants were crawling around. An Meng said stiffly, "I'm sorry."

“…”

The originally high temperature dropped to freezing point in an instant, and it seemed that even the air was about to condense into ice.

The regular warmth on the side of her neck seemed to pause for a moment. This rejection couldn't be more direct and simple. Xie Yun raised his head slightly, looked into her eyes, and asked doubtfully, "Really, not at all?"

An Meng stared at his extremely serious eyes, her mind almost blank. She said instinctively, "No."

Xie Yun half-raised his body and placed his slightly cool fingers on the pulse on the side of her neck.

Maybe her body temperature was too high, or maybe Xie Yun's fingers were too cold, An Meng shuddered and raised her hand to wave his hand away.

Xie Yun didn't let her touch him, and quickly withdrew her hand. She gently rubbed her fingertips and said with a smile, "Your heartbeat is really fast."

An Meng said shamelessly: "It's hot, you're too close to me."

"Oh," Xie Yun nodded indifferently, and moved closer to her cheek, leaning over as if to kiss her.

An Meng raised her hand to block his face, and her soft lips pressed against his palm. Her heart softened, but she said, "No."

"Why?" Xie Yun's lips opened and closed, moving against her palm, her voice muffled. "If you can't recall the details of your dream, why are you unwilling to face this very moment?"

A numb and itchy feeling flowed from the palm of her hand into her heart, and then flowed through her blood vessels to her limbs and bones. An Meng suddenly withdrew her hand and stared at Xie Yun without saying a word.

For a moment she couldn't tell whether Xie Yun was hinting at something.

But how could he know?

An Meng closed her eyes, then opened them again and said, "Xie Yun, stop it. This is really not possible. This is not possible."