Ruan Nianxi's delicate hand was gently held by Xie Shu, who then softly pressed her warm palm against his cheek, speaking to her in a tender voice.

Looking at Xie Shu's handsome face so close to hers, and feeling his burning skin with her fingers, Ruan Nianxi's face turned completely red.

She slightly turned her head, trying to distract herself.

Enjoying the feeling of being loved, her heart felt warm, but at the same time, she was filled with anxiety.