Even through the thick bandages, Xu Xiangyang's palm could still feel that soft, icy touch.
Perhaps, because of the dim surroundings, the sensations from physical contact seemed even more profound.
He held the girl's hand, as if clutching a piece of exquisite, warm jade that he couldn't bear to let go.
However, they weren't the only two in the box. The class president was watching them from the side. The thought sobered Xu Xiangyang, calming his restless heart.
"What do you want to ask?"
He steadied himself and asked.
"About the thing I promised you a week ago?"
To his surprise, Lin Xingjie shook her head.
"I believe you'll give me an answer before today ends, so I'm not in a hurry about it."
"Is that, is that so."
Xu Xiangyang muttered "ashamed" to himself.
"I was just chatting with Xing Jie, and we talked about our experience in the haunted house. I also mentioned something about you."
The class president's voice came from the side.
