"It's none of your business." Lu Shishu forcefully withdrew her hand and pushed him away.
Nan Jiayan chuckled, thinking about her instinctive reaction earlier, and looked at her with meaningful eyes, but said nothing.
Perhaps feeling a bit uneasy under his gaze, Lu Shishu frowned in displeasure, "Why are you looking at me like that? I grabbed you just now because I'm afraid if you die later, I'll be indirectly guilty and my future will be ruined."
The smile in Nan Jiayan's eyes grew deeper, yet he still silently watched her.
