Lu Yuanfeng quickly withdrew his hand as if shocked, his face blushing. "Sorry, I..."
"It's okay, I'll go cook some pig slop first, you can rest in the yard."
Mu Shuangshuang stepped back a few paces, tightly gripping her hand, muttered a few words hurriedly, and ran off in a particularly awkward manner.
Once in the kitchen, Mu Shuangshuang couldn't help but berate herself: "So grown up already, yet blushing like a little girl. If word gets out, I'll be laughed at to death."
But despite the admonishment, Mu Shuangshuang couldn't deny how strange it felt when Lu Yuanfeng held her hand, indescribably peculiar, yet undeniably present.
It took Mu Shuangshuang quite some time to calm down before she started busying herself with cooking pig slop.
The sound of chopping vegetables immediately filled the kitchen of the third branch.
Standing outside, Lu Yuanfeng was lost in thought, not realizing that his palm was now sweaty, feeling sticky whenever touched.
