"No illness, huh? Why are you not speaking anymore."
Mu Shuangshuang muttered to herself belatedly.
She didn't notice at all how ambiguous the position where she and Lu Yuanfeng were standing, and how she had placed her hand was.
Lu Yuanfeng didn't dare to move, allowing Shuangshuang to touch his forehead repeatedly.
Within this short moment, Lu Yuanfeng's face flushed from red to the roots of his ears, his heart pounding as if it would jump out.
He lowered his head, completely not daring to look at Shuangshuang in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the sour emotions in his heart vanished all at once.
In his mind, he thought only of how Shuangshuang cared about him.
"Shuangshuang, you... you just find that Liu Zian interesting, right?" Lu Yuanfeng asked again, still uneasy.
Mu Shuangshuang suddenly understood a bit—could Lu Yuanfeng really think she was interested in Liu Zian? Was this why he was just unhappy?
