The moment Gu Juncheng’s fingers brushed against her skin, a searing heat seemed to travel up his arm. “Lin Qingping…” he murmured, thinking she must be sick again. He reached with his other hand to feel her forehead. Half-asleep and irritable, she grabbed the hand that had slipped under her shirt and rubbed it against her skin. “It itches… Scratch it for me…” Her voice was thick and syrupy. Gu Ju