only lasted for a second before it vanished, after all, she knew that even if Lü Hánchuan put on a show of affection in front of the old man, he couldn't hold her hand forever. 。So for a while now, s...Lu Hanchuan chuckled softly, "Okay."

"Let's go." Fu Xiaoyao proactively took his arm.

Lu Hanchuan took a look, and his heart beat faster.

He found that she was becoming more and more proactive towards him.

She'll proactively put her arm on his shoulder, and even take the initiative to say things with him that imply a special relationship. Now she's directly holding onto his arm.

Her actions, which are easily misunderstood, leave me wondering if she has ulterior motives or if she actually has feelings for him.

Lu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips, unable to figure out the true thoughts in the woman's heart, and didn't know how to ask.

And she showered him with all sorts of intimate gestures, which he should have avoided, even kept his distance from her, after all, he was always a married man.

But although he thought so in his heart, when he really wanted to do it, he found that he couldn't.

He had to admit, he liked her being close.

Realizing this, Lu Hanchuan slowed his pace.

Back when he was at the villa, he suspected that he had paid too much attention to Shi Yao because he had fallen in love with her.

But later, he suppressed the thought again, thinking it was impossible. How could he possibly fall for someone so quickly, and one who looked just like Fu Xiaoyao

Now, with Shi Yao's presence, he could clearly feel his heart beating. That beat was joyful, happy, and relaxing.

And this kind of heart rate, what is it but liking

"Hanchuan, what are you spacing out about again" Fu Xiaoyao saw that the man beside her stopped walking and his expression was still so unpredictable, she couldn't help but wave her hand in front of him.

Lu Hanchuan came back to his senses and instinctively reached out, grasping her waving hand in his palm.

Her hand was grasped, and Fu Xiaoyao's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled as she pouted, "Hanchuan, what are you doing"

Lu Hanchuan only then reacted that he had used too much force, hurriedly letting go of his hand, "Sorry, are you hurt"

Fu Xiaoyao pouted, raising her hand to his eyes. "You see, it's all red."

Lu Hanchuan lowered his eyes and saw that her fair hand was indeed red, with several fingerprints on it, showing how much force he had used just now.

"I'm sorry." Lu Hánchuan felt a bit guilty.

He didn't mean to, he was just coming back to his senses and felt something flashing in front of him. He instinctively reached out and grabbed it, only to find it was her hand.

"Saying sorry won't do anything, you already hurt my hand." Fu Xiaoyao hummed in dissatisfaction.

Lu Hanchuan looked at her, silent for two seconds before speaking, "Shall I buy you something as an apology"

"I don't want one, you already bought me a bag."

"Then what do you want to do" Lu Hanchuan asked again.

Fu Xiaoyao smiled at him, "It's very simple, just blow me a kiss."

"Blow it" Lu Hanchuan was taken aback.

Fu Xiaoyao nodded. "That's right, isn't it always said that wherever you get hurt, just blow on it and it will be fine So I want you to blow on me."

Lu Hanchuan frowned. "How do you blow"

"It's simple, just blow a few puffs of air on the red spot on my hand." Fu Xiaoyao moved her hand back to his face.

Lu Hanchuan looked at the thin back of her hand, where his fingerprints remained. After a moment's hesitation, he lightly parted his thin lips and blew on it a few times.

"Can this work" he asked, though something felt amiss.

He had never done anything like this for anyone before.

But it's pretty fresh.

"Just try your best." Fu Xiaoyao glanced at her wrist, smiled back, and then prepared to let go.

But Lu Hanchuan suddenly grabbed her wrist.

This time, he was gentle, using little force.

"What's wrong" Fu Xiaoyao looked at Lu Hanchuan puzzled, not understanding why he had grabbed her again.

Are you addicted

Lu Hchuan didn't answer Fu Xiaoyao's words. He just narrowed his eyes and looked at her hand over and over again. After looking, his expression became solemn.

As it turned out, it wasn't his imagination, nor a lighting issue.

Her skin tone is really uneven.

"Are you sick" Lu Hanchuan suddenly asked.

Fu Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, "What"

Lu Hanchuan raised her wrist in front of her. "The skin on the back of your hand is a little darker than the skin on your wrist. Although you can't tell unless you look closely, it is true. That's why I asked you if you had any illness"

Fu Xiaoyao's pupils shrank when she heard this, her whole body seemed to be startled. She forcefully pulled her wrist out of his hand and quickly hid it behind her back, taking a step back to create distance between them. She also lowered her head slightly, trying to avoid him seeing any color difference on her face or neck.

Fu Xiaoyao's heart pounded with a mixture of anxiety and frustration.

She was annoyed with herself for waving her hand in front of him, otherwise how would he have noticed the color difference on her skin

Yes, Lu Hanchuan was not mistaken. The skin color on the back of her hand was indeed deeper than that of her wrist. Not only that, her neck and face were the same, but she had covered it with foundation, so it wasn't noticeable.

Dr. Peter's research on human skin simulation was successful, but since everyone has a different skin tone, the simulated skin could never be exactly the same as the patient's. At most, it could get infinitely close. Then, as the simulated skin is gradually accepted by the patient's body cells, and once the acceptance process is complete, the color of the simulated skin will become the same as the original skin.

But this is a time-consuming process, usually taking two to three years.

She had received a prosthetic skin graft on her hands two years ago. Since the prosthetic skin hadn't been fully accepted by her cells yet, there was still a noticeable color difference. However, she didn't expect it to be discovered by Lu Hanchuan.

She was careless.

"What's wrong Are you okay" Lu Hanchuan saw Fu Xiaoyao avoiding him like a frightened deer, and his heart skipped a beat.

He realized that this was the way she was acting ever since he had pointed out the difference in skin color on her back of her hand.

Doesn't this mean he was wrong to ask that question

Thinking of this, Lu Hanzhan's thin lips moved slightly, and he opened his mouth to apologize.

Fu Xiaoyao suddenly raised her head, forcing a smile and waving her hand. "It's okay, you didn't mean it. I just remembered some bad memories, that's all."

"Bad memories" Lu Hanchuan's gaze fell on her back. "Is it related to the color of your skin"

Fu Xiaoyao lowered her eyelids, concealing the coldness and hatred in her eyes, and lightly nodded. "That's right, you just asked me why my skin on the back of my hand is different, whether I was sick. I'm answering you now, I'm not sick, but I was hurt by someone, which caused the original skin on the back of my hand to be gone and replaced with new skin."

Lu Hanchuan's heart trembled violently.

Who would have thought it would turn out this way!

She didn't get sick, she had a skin graft!

"Framed" Lu Hanchuan murmured the four words softly, then suddenly thought of something and his expression became solemn, "Is it the enemy you told me about before Did they do this to you"

Fu Xiaoyao hummed in agreement, "Yes, it's the enemy I was talking about."

Lu Han's drooping hands slowly clenched together, and in his heart, towards the enemy she spoke of, a surge of immense anger arose.

He couldn't understand, what kind of enemy would do such a cruel thing to her!

"Besides your hands, are there any other injuries" Lu Hanchuan tried his best to soften his tone.s real estate. Over the past few decades, every residence, office building, and villa they have developed has never had any accidents.How come now..."Could it be a problem with the building materials"...