Although they had been getting along very happily these days, Yu Huai'an had never shown any romantic interest in her.
Wen Qian thought about finding an excuse to send him back in a few days to save him from being lonely in the Tiger Clan. But as soon as she told Yu Huai'an this, the man's face instantly turned pale.
He pressed his lips together tightly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "Do you hate me?"
Wen Qian took a moment to process this, wondering what it had to do with hate.
"Of course not..." There was a hint of bewilderment in Wen Qian's eyes.
Clasping his hands in his lap, the man lowered his head and fell silent, but his knuckles, white from the force of his grip, betrayed his inner turmoil.
Seeing his almost sorrowful expression, Wen Qian hesitated for a moment. "Are you not feeling well?"
The man seemed to be lost in thought, not answering Wen Qian for a long time. After a good while, he finally lifted his eyes and asked in a daze, "Can you... touch my ears?"
