How should I answer?
Ren Chuqing couldn't help but tighten her grip on the hem of her clothes, desperately trying to squeeze out a reasonable explanation in her mind, fearing that if she answered wrongly, he wouldn't let her see Nannan.
But sometimes, the more anxious a person is, the more their mind becomes like a mess of paste, unable to come up with any good reasoning.
Just as Ren Chuqing was so anxious that beads of sweat started to appear, Wen Muqing suddenly lifted his hand and gently stroked her forehead, "Sister, you've sweated a lot. Are you very nervous?"
"I..." She opened her mouth but still didn't know what to say at the moment, afraid that she would say something wrong.
"Don't be scared, I was just asking casually," Wen Muqing said as he took a handkerchief, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, then took her hand, and unclenched her fist-shaped palm.
