As she had her head down, she could not see what his fingers were doing, but this made her all the more nervous.
Even Zhuo Qianyun could not explain what she was nervous about.
Ye Wenming's fingers gently detangled her hair from the clasp. He was even vaguely grateful to the person who came up with the idea of wearing costumes. Otherwise, her hair would not have gotten caught in the clasp and he would not have gotten the chance to get so openly close to her. She would not have quietly stood still as he pressed against her either.
It was just like the old days. She used to lean into his arms and speak in a soft, coquettish voice, "Wenming, you know what? Your arms feel so safe. It's as if I have nothing to be afraid of when I'm in your arms. Even if the sky falls, you’ll hold it up for me.”
However, he was the one who made her world collapse!
Now, he could not give her any sense of security. All he could give her was fear.
His eyes darkened at the thought of this, and he quickly worked with his fingers.
Every extra second might be a blessing for him, but it was probably a burden to her.
When her hair finally separated from the clasp, Ye Wenming backed away without a trace.
"Thank you," said Zhuo Qianyun.
Ye Wenming pressed his lips together and muttered, "You and Lil Yan are going to walk around the school, right? I’ll leave first, then.”
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