There was a sudden touch on her wrist. Meng Chuyuan narrowed her eyes and looked at her hand.
Lu Qingye did not use much strength. He naturally held her slender and soft wrist. The warmth of their bodies spread to each other, and the faint warmth was quietly waking him up.
She and Lu Qingye looked away from their hands and raised their heads one after another. Their eyes met and they looked at each other tacitly.
"I'll put it back for you."
"This scarf is for you."
The two of them spoke almost at the same time. As soon as they finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became a little wondrous. Realizing that he was still holding her wrist, Lu Qingye slowly let go.
Meng Chuyuan only regained her freedom after she felt the hand on her wrist move away. She moved slightly and picked up the gift box. She looked down at the champagne-colored silk scarf.
She raised her eyes and smiled. "For me?"
