Gu Tingchuan did not answer. Instead, he leaned forward and brought his face close to hers, his nose almost brushing her cheek.
He still carried the sunlit warmth of the training ground, mixed with a faint trace of sweat, yet it was not unpleasant. Shen Niantang held her breath and instinctively leaned back, but he caught her wrist in a firm grip.
"What's the rush?"
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