She could clearly smell the scent on him.
She could feel the subtle contact between his leg and hers, and the steady warmth emanating from his palm.
She finally couldn't resist, secretly turning her head, quickly glancing at his profile from the corner of her eye.
He happened to turn his head at that moment as well, their deep gazes meeting in the air.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned her head towards the window, pretending to look at the scenery seriously.
But her clear, crystalline ears were already flushed red.
Tang Song chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking her palm, his gaze also turning towards the window.
Afternoon, serene, slowly.
A moment of disorder and haste.
...
After changing buses once, over half an hour later, they finally got off in front of the east gate of Yan City Agricultural University.
Standing in front of the stone monument engraved with the gilded name of the school, Zhang Yan exhaled a long breath of white air.
