The evening self-study class was only 40 minutes long. There were still three minutes before school ended. Han Miao let go of Li Ao's hand and started packing up. Others were stuffing their books into their bags, but only she was stuffing her skincare products, scarves, heat packs, mirror combs, and some other nonsense into her bag.
Li Ao's things were especially simple. He stuffed a box of brushes into his bag, threw the thermos flask in, and stuffed Han Miao's hand into his bag.
Han Miao thought that Li Ao had accidentally taken her hand. She thought to herself that her hand was hot and the things on the table were cold. That feeling was different. How could Li Ao not know?
Han Miao glanced sideways at Li Ao and lowered her voice to remind him. "Neil, you're mistaken. That's my hand."
