In Lu Jingyan's memory, Sheng Xian was the type of person who spoke very little.
Even when she did speak, she was as concise as possible, as if afraid one more word might make her die of verbosity.
This was the first time he had heard Sheng Xian speak so much in one breath.
Sheng Xian's pace of speech wasn't fast; on the contrary, it was very slow, as if she was worried he might miss a word, her enunciation extremely clear, yet Lu Jingyan still felt a bit overwhelmed.
Noticing he hadn't said anything, Sheng Xian raised her arm in front of him.
Lu Jingyan blinked at her fair and strong arm and turned his head to look at her.
Sheng Xian caught the question in his eyes and tilted her head toward him a bit, "Pinch it."
Lu Jingyan caught the scent of alcohol on him, mixed with his own refreshing fragrance, and it was very fatal.
She uncontrollably zoned out for a moment, not hearing what he had just said, "Huh?"
