"Huanhuan." Peng Fang swallowed, her eyes flickering as they tried to look outside.
Lu Huan quickly tugged at her, bringing his face close to hers, the warm breath from his nose making her neck shrink back in embarrassment.
Yao Zibao couldn't help but want to laugh at their awkward behavior, hastily clearing his throat a couple of times.
Lu Huan then realized and let go of her sleeve.
Peng Fang quickly straightened up, tidied her clothes, and knitted her brows as if seriously considering what he had just said. In contrast, Lu Huan wasn't as generous and suave as at the beginning, showing a hint of regret. After all, he also didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe deep down, he wanted to quickly find someone and make those stalking him give up, to avoid further misunderstandings about his relationship with Lai Yu. But whether it was just to clear up the misunderstandings of those following him, or he was also afraid of others misunderstanding, it was hard to say.
