It was already too late when Nan Zhe deleted the message.
Qi Yan: [?]
The moment the question mark popped up, Nan Zhe jumped up from the sofa.
[My hand slipped. I clicked the wrong button.] He pretended to be calm.
[Oh…] Qi Yan wanted to say something but hesitated.
Nan Zhe didn't want to admit it. Really, he wouldn't admit it even if he was beaten to death. But in this situation, if he didn't tell the truth, Qi Yan would misunderstand something.
The articles online said that although girls would not point it out clearly, these small details would slowly accumulate in their hearts. Even if they did not say it, they knew. When it finally spilled out of the bottle, it would be too late to explain.
He was not a casual person.
[Don't misunderstand. It's from my collection.]
Thinking of the title of the article just now, Qi Yan was puzzled.
