Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 87 First Intimate Contact

An Ruowang carefully felt Hai Rou'er's palm, his fingertips lightly tracing the lines on her palm.

Since An Ruowang said he would read Hazel's palm, he wasn't just making empty promises; he really just wanted to hold hands with her.

He naturally also knew some knowledge about palmistry.

Although a "diviner" possesses the ability to divine, the specific methodologies of how to divine and how to interpret divination are things that the "diviner" needs to learn on their own.

However, once a person becomes a diviner, he will naturally become a gifted genius in this field, and learning related knowledge will not be difficult for him at all.

Furthermore, even if you really can't learn it, wouldn't anyone flip a coin to see heads or tails to make a choice?

How can this not be considered a form of divination?

However, palm reading is relatively more complicated.

Coincidentally, out of curiosity and boredom, An Ruowang had read some books on Chinese fortune telling.

When he was in high school, if he had nothing to do and nothing else to read, he would even look at the reading comprehension questions on his Chinese exam papers. Not to mention, if there was a book about Chinese divination in front of him, he would have it.

If there were magazines like "Fiction Collection" or "Story Collection," then it would be an absolute gem.

He could read even the magazine "Yilin" and the romance novels his female classmates read with great interest.

Among the books An Ruowang read over the years were those about Bazi (Four Pillars of Destiny) fortune telling and Five Elements calculation, those about Plum Blossom Divination, those about Zi Wei Dou Shu (Purple Star Astrology), and those about face reading and palmistry.

At the time, he was just looking for fun, finding these things mysterious and treating them as entertainment to relieve boredom.

When she got really into it, An Ruowang would occasionally practice on the hands of her friends or classmates. While looking at their hands, she would flip through the book on the spot and then say things like "Your love line is messy" or "Your life line is very long" based on what she read.

If the divination results are all good, then he will naturally say them all.

If the divination result is bad, then let's skip it or just say that divination is feudal superstition and inaccurate.

The main focus is on flexibility and adaptability.

It's all just for fun, why bring up a bad outcome and make everyone unhappy?

Seeing her hand being grabbed and manipulated at will by An Ruowang, Hai Rou'er held her breath, her body instinctively stiffening, and she dared not move.

An Ruowang frowned, glanced at Hai Rou'er, and said what doctors usually say when giving injections or drawing blood: "Don't be so stiff with your hands, relax, it's just a palm reading."

Hazel instinctively wanted to refute him, but found that she felt as if the strength to even speak had been drained away, and could only bite her tongue lightly.

She could feel his fingertips moving slowly along the lines of her palm, starting from the center, going down along the fine lines, and then back up.

As the saying goes, the ten fingers are connected to the heart, but it seems that the palm of the hand is the same.

The touch felt like a faint electric current, tickling her palm almost imperceptibly, as if an invisible thread was pulling at her heart.

Crispy and crumbly.

Ma Ma.

The itch traveled from my palm all the way to my heart.

The itch wasn't like the itch after being bitten by a mosquito, where you want to scratch your skin raw. It was more like the itch that comes with the onset of pregnancy, where your spine and the whole body tense up and feel swollen.

Every time An Ruowang moved her hand, Hai Rou'er could feel a tingling sensation spreading along her nerves, from her arm to her spine, and then from her spine to her whole body, making her feel weak on one side and her body start to heat up and sweat.

Blood rushes through the veins, carrying heat to every corner of the body.

My heart was pounding like crazy, like it was about to burst out of my chest and beating in my ears.

Blood rushed to her cheeks, burning her intensely. Heroine knew exactly what she looked like without even looking in a mirror.

This was the first time she had ever had such intimate physical contact with a man.

It feels so good—I don't want to pull my hand back.

There's nothing wrong with saying this; wanting to be in contact with someone of the opposite sex you like is a basic human instinct.

Heyr even hesitated to breathe.

She was afraid that if she breathed, she would be unable to help but groan.

That soft, sticky sound—just thinking about it makes me realize how embarrassing it is.

After a short while, An Ruowang pondered and played with Hai Rou'er's small hand, finally finishing a careful analysis of her palmistry.

He looked up and followed her hand upwards, noticing that Hazel's eyes seemed to be misty, and her originally proud features were now somewhat alluring.

He asked in a serious tone, "I've already divined the result based on your palm reading. Would you like me to interpret it for you in detail?"

"Of course~"

As soon as she said those words, Hazel's mind went blank, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back to cover her mouth.

Because the voice was soft and ethereal, with a strange tone, like a murmur just pulled from a dream, you could tell something was wrong as soon as you heard it.

But she forgot that her hand was still in An Ruowang's hand.

An Ruowang has a very elegant and refined appearance, but his physical condition is not as weak as he looks.

Hazel tried to pull her hand back, but An Ruowang held it firmly, so it remained motionless.

"What?" An Ruowang asked, puzzled, then suddenly realized, "Oh, I know."

As he spoke, he stood up and came to Hazel's side: "Move aside a little, give me half a seat."

Before Hazel could react, she was pushed aside and the two of them ended up sitting on the same chair.

The benches in the pavilion were not wide to begin with. They were spacious enough for one person to sit on, but it was a bit cramped when two people squeezed together. Hazel's shoulder was almost touching An Ruowang's arm.

Through the thin fabric, Hazel could feel the heat emanating from his body, seeping in little by little from where their bodies touched, making her heart race.

She tried to move to the side, but when she turned to the side, she realized that he had already cornered her in the chair.

I tried to stand up, but my legs felt so weak, as if they had no bones, and I couldn't muster any strength at all.

Finally, Hazel could only glare weakly at An Ruowang: "What are you doing?"

It sounded more like a coquettish plea than a question.

An Ruowang turned her head to look at her, her eyes filled with laughter: "Isn't that what you meant by pulling me up?"

"I—I was—never mind."

Hazel wanted to retort, but she secretly glanced at him and swallowed her words.

She suddenly realized that sitting like this was actually quite nice.

And he was still holding her hand, and hadn't let go since.