Bai Ruozhu couldn't tell if she was just overly sensitive, or if something was off, but she felt as if someone was watching her. She kept looking around, but there was no one else in the alleyway.
In the end, Bai Ruozhu figured she was just frightening herself. She remembered seeing a nursing shawl in her past life that mothers used while breastfeeding, and decided to make one for herself when she got home. Even if she was hidden in a back alley, it would put her mind at ease.
At this moment, Jiang Yichun had already run off, his face turning red with embarrassment. He was so nervous that he almost missed his intended target. He instinctively touched his warm neck—he didn't mean to peek, and it wasn't like he got much of a view anyway, just a flash of skin.
But why did his nose feel hot? Damn, he sniffed and quickly unmasked, feeling his nose with his hand, and found his fingers were red...
It must be the dry autumn weather, Jiang Yichun thought grumpily.
