Unfortunately, reality is always crueler than imagination. Forget being pinned against a wall—she couldn't even bring herself to say the most basic thing: that they weren't good friends. Not only did she not dare confess her feelings, but she was also terrified that he would make her play the role of his wife again.
Lin Xinyu couldn't care less.
He had meant it as a test anyway, just to see if the little girl was getting used to holding hands. If she held his, great; if not, there was no need to panic. He would just keep chattering in her ear every day until one day he suddenly stopped talking. Then she might come up to him looking all aggrieved: *Can't we hold hands to solidify our good friend relationship?*
Chapter 43