Wu Qing took another deep breath, looking at the torn spot, eyes wide open.
Wen Nan held her fingers, feeling somewhat awkward.
He said to start simple, and he wasn't lying; he originally just planned to hold her hand.
But who would have thought, Wu Qing was so nervous, her fingers tightly gripping the black silk, not willing to let go at all, even when Wen Nan tried to lift her hand, there was no sign of loosening.
The black silk was also a semi-transparent, thin type, naturally not able to withstand such pulling.
As it turned out, it seemed like Wen Nan had made a diversionary tactic.
Wen Nan was thinking of how to explain this, but then heard a soft voice next to him saying, "Junior's simple isn't so simple after all. This level, I'm afraid Senior can't handle..."
Hearing this, Wen Nan decided not to explain, going along with it, he smiled and said, "Senior can even handle such high-level biochemistry courses, such a simple reward shouldn't be a problem, right?"
