Lin Jiujiu felt completely uneasy.
She knew it was because of nervousness, having been caught with a sweaty hand, feeling particularly embarrassed and awkward, her mind was elsewhere, and walking, all her attention was on her hand, almost bumping into someone coming towards her.
Fortunately, Qin Muchen was there to protect her.
He didn't let her suffer even the slightest bump.
But Lin Jiujiu felt like a piece of her heart had collapsed.
There, soft and fluffy, it seemed empty, seemed full, and seemed like suddenly something more was there, that kind of feeling was particularly strange, it seemed to be pulling and pulling, very uncomfortable, yet particularly likable.
After passing the group of students, Qin Muchen still didn't let go of Lin Jiujiu's hand, he just turned his head to ask her, "You didn't bump into anyone just now, did you?"
Lin Jiujiu's little face uncontrollably turned red, she hurriedly shook her head, "No, no."
