That suspicion...
That scrutiny...
It made her feel as if all her clothes had vanished, leaving her utterly exposed with nowhere to hide.
Jiangg Yao's hand, holding the bag of fried chicken, was trembling. A frantic storm of thoughts flashed through her mind: 'I'm not about to be exposed, am I? Why does he keep looking at me? How could he possibly find out? Sis, say something, will you?!'
Chen Yuan stood at five-foot-eleven, and he wasn't wearing completely flat shoes. Yaoyao, on the other hand, was just a hair over five-foot-seven, making for a four-inch difference.
It made her feel incredibly intimidated.
And they were standing very close.
So close she could even smell the faint scent of lemon on him.
"You...?" Chen Yuan's gentle voice echoed in the elevator. Both sisters flinched as if the sword hanging over their heads was about to fall, the death sentence about to be declared...
