Lin Jiujiu's mood was complex.
Qin Muchen's words made her feel like she had two little people in her heart constantly fighting… but the reason for this was unknown.
He still held her.
Having just showered, the tips of his hair at the back of his neck still exuded the refreshing scent of shower gel, giving a sensation akin to bathing in the spring breeze of nature—soft and comfortable, with a slight tingling feeling spreading throughout the body.
Her heart, too, softened unbelievably.
He slightly loosened his grip on her, resting his forehead against hers, and gazed deeply into her eyes.
"No more running away in the future, coward." Qin Muchen hoarsely teased and half-threatened her softly.
Lin Jiujiu bit her lip, her gaze uncertain and lost.
Moments later, she withdrew from Qin Muchen's embrace, raised her eyes to look at him, and said: "Um… I was a bit surprised, I… need to think about it."
