As soon as everyone dispersed, Xia Wanwan immediately withdrew her hand from his.
Lan Ye was stunned for a moment, first looking incredulously at his own empty palm and then turning his gaze toward Xia Wanwan. Those beautiful blue eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a dangerously startling aura.
Xia Wanwan couldn't help but take a step back.
"Huh? No way?" Lan Ye reined in that dangerous aura, and had his tone not been arrogant to the point of being insufferable, Xia Wanwan might have even thought he was still the angelic-looking youth from before, "Were you just rejecting me?"
His demeanor made Xia Wanwan uncomfortable. She frowned and said, "It's not about rejection. I'm just not used to being so intimate with others."
"Intimate?" Lan Ye seemed to hear something amusing. "What did I do? I just like Sister Wanwan. Is it wrong to even hold hands?"
