As they were nearing the front courtyard, Yuan Changan finally released Mingzhu's hand.
The warmth of the young lady's hand still lingered in his palm; it wasn't hot, yet it made his ears burn red.
His heart raced and his breathing was short, just like a naive young boy.
Mingzhu glanced at his earlobes and teased, "They say Mr. Yuan is charming, but why does holding hands make you blush?"
Yuan Changan huffed, "Charming doesn't mean lecherous."
It was the first time he'd ever held hands with a young lady; how could he not blush?
Then he thought of Xie Yunzhen.
Not wanting Mingzhu to remember unpleasant things, he feigned light-heartedness and said, "Hold my hand a few more times, and once I get used to it, I won't blush anymore."
Mingzhu pursed her lips in a smile, her eyes filled with playful reproach, "You're a teacher; you should set an example."
