His attention, at that time, was entirely on the girl's hand that had just held his.
Her palm was very warm; perhaps because she often did manual work, it was not very soft, but it was small—in his hand, her entire palm could be enveloped.
For a moment, Qin Lianqi became somewhat distracted.
"Teacher Qin! Teacher Qin?" Su Zhiruan shook her hand, trying to draw Qin Lianqi's attention, and she asked with some concern, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
"No," Qin Lianqi saw that she withdrew her hand and immediately felt a wave of disappointment wash over him.
"I don't want this money. Take it back to improve your family's living conditions, and buy some nice food for yourself," Qin Lianqi said, then out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Li Meihua standing to the side. It was as if he suddenly remembered something, so he asked, "Are we still having an extra lesson today?"
