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Lu Feng lowered his head slightly and smiled faintly. "Perhaps it's intuition."
Only then did Chu Youwei realize that they were still standing very close. Her thoughts had been elsewhere just now, and she had actually overlooked the fact that she was still pressed against Lu Feng's chest.
As Lu Feng lowered his head slightly, the breath he exhaled while speaking spread warmly across the back of Chu Youwei's neck. In an instant, even the tips of her ears reddened.
Under normal circumstances, Chu Youwei would have already fled aside like a startled deer.
But at this moment, she noticed Qi Jialue's hostile gaze fixed upon them, while Lin Xiaowan's words inexplicably echoed in her heart again.
In a daze, as though possessed, not only did she fail to move away, her body instead softened as she leaned into Lu Feng's embrace.
Lu Feng was stunned for a moment by the sudden turn of events. What met his eyes was the lively butterfly formed by the kerchief tied over Chu Youwei's hair, as though it had come alive and lightly settled against his skin.
A delicate fragrance drifted from the ends of her smooth, waterfall-like hair, like dew fallen upon flower petals, like an evening breeze sweeping through a mountain stream. It soothed the heart and intoxicated the soul.
Lin Xiaowan noticed it as well. Unlike Lu Feng's stunned bewilderment, however, panic rose in her heart, and she nearly blurted out, "Sister Weiwei, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"
The instant the words left her mouth, she caught the flash of awkward embarrassment on Chu Youwei's rosy face.
Only then did Lin Xiaowan understand. Catching on, she hurriedly changed her words. "Sister Weiwei, were you too nervous just now? Every time you get nervous, you become so weak you can