Wen Yu's movements froze, and he looked up at her.
He was thin but not frail; his wrists and the backs of his hands were pale, his fingers long and slender, bony, yet blue veins faintly showed through.
Lin Chao gasped slightly, incredulously looking at him, "How, how are you still smoking?"
If the dean of students at the school saw this, it would surely be a major demerit, announced to the entire school.
Wen Yu looked at her calmly, then his gaze fell on her hand gripping his wrist.
Lin Chao followed his line of sight, and upon realizing it, quickly withdrew her hand, her gaze flickering for a moment.
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"So, is this what you came here for?"
At hearing this, the young girl hesitated and dodged his gaze, scratching her head uncertainly, saying, "No, not really."
"Hmm."
He responded indifferently, not inquiring further, appearing a bit aloof.
It seemed he lacked the desire to find out what she wanted to say.
