Nan Feng was being guided by Brother Ye in writing.
Oddly enough, Mo Wenxuan had also held her hand in writing not long ago, but she hadn't felt anything, as it seemed normal for a teacher due to instruct a student. But now, with Brother Ye holding her hand, her heart was beating like a frightened deer, she was so nervous.
Especially with the aura and scent emanating from Brother Ye, although they had already become close, they were still familiar as ever with each other. But now, with such contact, she still felt nervous.
So she just kept staring at Brother Ye's profile. Although he was still wearing a false skin, he always looked handsome and cool in Nan Feng's eyes, no matter what his appearance.
After Brother Ye had written a few words, he noticed that Nan Feng was not paying attention to him. She was simply staring at him, so he reminded her, "Fengfeng, focus."
