Jiang Tan opened the door to her room without looking back.
For some reason, she felt an indescribable discomfort.
"You... come in." Jiang Tan said, lowered her head and went to look for her shoes in the entrance. It was clearly her own home, yet at this moment, she felt exceedingly restrained.
Zhou Yinghuai stood behind Jiang Tan, capturing all her panic in his gaze.
He stood still, his gaze fell on Jiang Tan as he watched her put on her shoes. They were a pair of white, thick-soled slippers, very adorable on Jiang Tan's delicate white toes.
Zhou Yinghuai couldn't help but smile faintly, "Does my presence make you nervous?"
Jiang Tan instinctively wanted to refute: "Of course not...."
Zhou Yinghuai wasn't a fool, he could clearly see right through her.
A hint of helplessness etched in his smile, his voice turning even softer, "Tantan, don't lie to me, and more importantly, don't lie to yourself."
