"Oh, I'm hungry. Where can I get something to eat?"
Xiao Qian's leisurely voice, tinged with a hint of entitlement, broke the delicate atmosphere.
Nalan Yanran was still immersed in anticipation over their hand-holding just now. Her heart was still racing a little, and she kept replaying the sensation of that moment in her mind.
A lingering blush colored her cheeks. She desperately hoped Xiao Qian would say something about it, even if it was only a simple explanation or a few slightly bashful words.
Reality, however, was like a basin of cold water, thoroughly dousing her expectations.
What she had waited for turned out to be a remark completely unrelated to that intimate moment.
Argh! What on earth does this guy have in his head?! He suddenly grabbed my hand for no reason, and now all he can think about is food?!
Nalan Yanran trembled with anger, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her teeth grinding audibly.
She wanted nothing more than to charge outside and fight Xiao Qian for three hundred rounds, venting every last bit of the frustration pent up inside her.
But just then, a chance glance brought her reflection in the dressing-table mirror into view.
Her gaze in the mirror was soft as water, a shimmering light seeming to dance in her eyes. The blush still lingering on her cheeks made her look especially lovely.
This appearance was utterly unlike her usual valiant, decisive demeanor. She froze in profound astonishment, standing rooted to the spot as though struck by an immobilizing spell.
"What am I even thinking..."
She slowly raised a slightly trembling hand and gently stroked her burning cheek, murmuring to herself, her eyes filled with bewilderment.
Her gaze held confusion, struggle, and a trace of affection that