"What?"
Tang Xinrou really had to give in to An Feiran's calm temper. She felt that it didn't make sense to talk to him.
"Get out of the way, I'm... I'm leaving!"
Her surroundings were quiet. The smell of the boy's body filled her nose. The light scent of pine was obviously very faint, but it silently drilled into every pore of Tang Xinrou's body.
It was extremely overbearing.
She was trapped in a small space, her back against the wall.
An Feiran was approaching.
At this moment, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground suddenly came from the empty corridor. It was especially clear.
Tang Xinrou reacted instinctively. She pushed An Feiran away and tidied up her slightly messy clothes.
The sound stopped not far away.
She raised her head and looked over. When she saw a delicate and beautiful little face looking at them, Tang Xinrou's pupils constricted.
