A commotion instantly erupted in the cafeteria. The soldiers who were getting their food turned their heads in unison, and a few recruits even stood on tiptoe to peer over.
Shen Niantang felt her cheeks burn, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. She had never encountered such a direct confession before; wasn't this the ultimate social death scene?
Just then, a warm, large hand suddenly grabbed her right hand. Gu Tingchuan stepped half a step forward, interlocking his fingers with hers, his thumb gently and absently stroking the back of her hand. A faint, ambiguous smile hung on the corner of his lips, but his gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Mu Yu.
Chapter 47