Li Yuntang noticed her little movements and, without a word, held her hand gently, nodding and smiling amidst the crowd.
Yan Xiaye's attempt to escape failed, leaving her stiffly accompanying him, sharing in the admiration of the students.
As if sensing her discomfort, the man still maintained his noble and elegant demeanor on the surface, but subtly scratched her palm with his fingers, a leisurely smile tugging at his lips.
Yan Xiaye's heartbeat quickened slightly. Lowering her gaze, she stopped avoiding him and resigned herself to quietly playing the role of a background figure.
With time, people naturally noticed the quiet and refined woman next to Li Yuntang, but they tactfully pretended not to see, chatting energetically before dispersing one after another.
Watching their retreating figures, Yan Xiaye breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking with Li Yuntang through the campus. Curiously, she asked, "They seem to like you a lot?"
