Qin Youbei's mouth hung open as if something was lodged in her throat, unable to speak for a long while.
She was asking herself why she had grabbed his hand—it was simply because she had grown impatient with his slow pace, but how could she say that out loud?
Her mind raced, and with a hint of guilt, she mumbled, "What just happened was... I was so hungry. It's fine for you, as a strong man, to feel a bit hungry, but I am a delicate little girl, a frail little girl who gets weak knees the moment starvation strikes. So I grabbed your hand because I didn't want to pass out from hunger."
A frail little girl indeed—who could effortlessly throw a grown man over her shoulder. How could she say such a thing with a straight face?
Gu Xiao's lips curled slightly, but he remained silent.
He simply let go of Qin Youbei's hand and sat down.
