Gazing pairs of eyes filled with confusion converged on her, leaving Han Yue feeling utterly ashamed. She could easily have let go and jumped down, but with so many people staring! Thick-skinned though Han Yue might be, when a person is already feeling embarrassed, any minor mishap only deepens that sense of awkwardness. The thick-skinned Han Yue was no exception.
We must remember that Wusha stood two meters and six centimeters tall, and with her fourteen-centimeter Phoenix Wing Battle Boots, she towered a good thirty centimeters above Han Yue.
Furthermore, Han Yue was gripping Wusha's elbow, making her look like a little girl hanging off Wusha's arm and swinging back and forth. Driven by her bashful impulses, Han Yue lowered her head and pressed against Wusha's right arm. A crystal-clear droplet of saliva dripped onto Wusha's elbow. Wusha's sturdy arm—as thick as Han Yue's lower leg—exuded a strong sense of security!
Chapter 423