When Yang Xiao came to his senses, he also let out a sigh of relief.
He withdrew his gaze from He Ru, contained the fluctuations of his mood, and didn't look at He Ru again, keeping his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.
He felt that it wasn't quite appropriate. After all, what kind of man stares at a woman continuously?
Even though he was simply admiring her as one would appreciate something beautiful, the fact remained that he was a man and she was a woman.
Then, he remembered the words He Ru had uttered before.
The relief he had felt before washed over him once more.
It was good that He Ru was quite sensible and strong-willed.
Otherwise, whether she persisted in bothering him or was deeply hurt by his rejection, neither was something he wanted to see.
Now things were fine as they were.
Yes, quite fine.
