Tianxin bowed her head, intensely gazing at her own shoe tips with damp eyes, trying hard to suppress her laughter.
Chen Yiran sat defaced in his seat as if he had heard nothing.
The elder of the Lu family watched Shen Xin for a while, then turned his eyes to Lu Yixia. Boggling, his voice stuttered, "He... has he really not touched you all these years?"
"Yes," Shen Xin nodded gravely, "Until today, everything between us has always been pure. Those hand holdings and hugs were merely fraternal."
Oh, so you have been so pure until today, but alas, you are no longer innocent today.
Tianxin mulled over it in her heart, appreciating the artistic way Shen Xin phrased things.
"I can't believe it..." The grandfather of the Lu family looked at Lu Yixia with disbelief, "My Xiaxia is all grown up now... He..."
The old man couldn't finish his words.
