Without thinking, she reached out her hand, wanting Yu Zexiao to pull her up, "Zexiao, give me a hand."
But after waiting for a while, Yu Zexiao didn't move at all, and she even felt, the arm she was holding— his muscles— seemed to be getting tenser and tenser.
Jian Anning felt a bit strange and slightly lifted her head, only to see the man's gaze becoming deeper and his breathing heavier. In such a quiet compartment, every breath was especially audible.
"What should I do, I suddenly don't want to leave now——"
Her voice rose high at the end. Jian Anning was wondering what was going on when her gaze— he was standing, she was sitting. Right in front of her eyes— there was a very obvious little tent!
Jian Anning's face flushed red instantly! She finally understood what Yu Zexiao meant by saying he didn't want to leave. But here? Impossible!
"No way, we'll get caught!" she immediately rejected, instantly averting her gaze from his scorching heat, "We should hurry back!"
