"Chen Hao, I'm so sorry, I really didn't know you hated hairtail that much." Liu Yuming put the lunchbox on a nearby chair and then cautiously moved closer, her hands nervously twisted together. As she approached, she was even more conflicted about whether to pat Song Chenhao on the back, to help ease the nausea.
She really wanted to feel Chen Hao's back, which seemed so reassuring! But even though her hands itched to touch, she didn't have the courage to reach out.
"..." What could she do about it now? Song Chenhao turned his head, his chest heaving with a look at Liu Yuming, and then raised his slender fingers to poke her forehead, "You, the further you stay away from me with that thing, the better." Song Chenhao, who was usually sunny and handsome and also a top student, felt an inexplicable sense of blockage knowing that this girl was aware of his weakness.
