Gu Yuheng, stimulated by her actions, felt the heat that he had previously suppressed instantly flare up with a "whoosh," burning fiercer than before.
Without needing a mirror, Gu Yuheng could imagine just how disheveled he must look at that moment.
Thus, when Chuxia asked him to release his hand from his mouth and nose, he refused to let go no matter what.
"How am I supposed to know where you're hurt if you don't let go?" Chuxia said, looking at him, perplexed.
Gu Yuheng averted his gaze, his voice husky, "It's nothing. I'm just...a bit overheated. In the summer...my internal heat tends to get excessive."
Chuxia understood, "So, you've got a nosebleed? Cough, when Gu Nine panicked just now, I thought you were really injured. Could it have something to do with that barbecue we had a while back? You have a propensity to 'heat up' so you should control that. Eating so much, how could you not?"
