The hallway light was dim, and the two were so close that their cheeks were almost touching each other. Along the way, Yu Fengji looked at her fair skin and the faint scent that drifted into his nostrils, slowly closing his eyes.
How much self-control did he need to prevent himself from pulling her into his arms?
To like someone but to suppress such impulses and instincts.
The hand at Yu Fengji's side quietly clenched into a fist.
Actually, Xin Wu wasn't wrong. While he wasn't as outstanding as she claimed, nor a model student, he certainly was stronger than average. Perhaps his strength lay in his self-control and his capacity for endurance.
