Lin Mo stepped forward another half-step. At this distance, they could clearly feel each other's breath. He leaned close to An Youyu's left ear and said, "Three strikes and you're out, Little Yuer. You should know that."
"I'm holding this hand, and that's final!"
The warm breath brushing against her neck made An Youyu's delicate body tense up. She gently pushed Lin Mo away and stammered, "Hand, my hand... I'll let you hold it, but don't lean in so close."
A triumphant smile flickered deep in Lin Mo's eyes. "Wouldn't it have been easier if you'd just said so earlier?"
With that, he took An Youyu's hand and walked toward the elevators.
Trailing slightly behind, An Youyu stared blankly at Lin Mo's refined facial profile, recalling the whispered words Lin Shu had told her at the phone store. Her anxiety grew more intense by the second, until even the palms of her hands grew damp.
Lin Mo acutely sensed this change. When he turned back to look, he was immediately startled.
Though the face mask covered most of the girl's face, the exposed skin was bright red, especially her eyes, which pooled with a watery shimmer as if she were about to burst into tears at any moment.
Seeing this, Lin Mo quickly let go of An Youyu's hand and apologized gently, "Little Yuer, my fault. I won't hold your hand anymore, okay? Please don't cry."
"Who said I was going to cry?"
An Youyu blinked, raised a finger to point at her own face, and said, "I'm not crying, it's just... just... I'm a little nervous…
Chapter 102