Jiang Sifan froze for a moment, then turned to look at her. "What's wrong?"
He Lingyi's face was slightly flushed, but she didn't let go. Instead, she gently tightened her grip on his wrist.
"I just... wanted to say your name," she said, her voice soft.
Jiang Sifan felt the warmth of her palm, and a sudden panic rose in his heart.
He wanted to pull his hand back, but he felt that would be too obvious. He had no choice but to pretend that everything was normal.
Seeing that he didn't pull away, He Lingyi grew a little bolder.
She slowly leaned her head over, resting it gently on his shoulder.
Jiang Sifan's body stiffened.
"Brother Sifan, can I just lean on you for a little while?" He Lingyi whispered. "Just for a bit."
Jiang Sifan didn't know what to say, so he could only manage an "Mm."
He Lingyi rested on his shoulder, taking in his faint, pleasant scent. Her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.
