"An Yi, I'm pursuing you." He leaned down beside her ear and said it casually, his warm breath brushing her skin as his long, handsome fingers stroked and gently tousled her hair. An Yi reflexively moved his hand away. She wasn't used to strangers getting so close to her.
"I'm sorry." It was laughable. Xu Moyan, who stood so high above everyone else, could actually be worth less than a penny.
"I'm just not used to people touching me without warning." His hand froze in midair. He felt as if he'd just been through hell.
"Okay." An Yi ignored the unrestrained affection in his eyes, her expression calm. She lowered her head, her feelings complicated and hard to describe. She was shy around people and slow to warm up, but she treated herself well. She wasn't oblivious; she was overly sensitive.
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