"Um, yes, Sister Shiyu..."
"..."
However, before his eyes, there was suddenly no response at all.
If Yan Huan weren't still holding Ye Shiyu's hand, he would have suspected she had suddenly left.
Because there was no response, Yan Huan blinked and instinctively shifted his gaze to Ye Shiyu sitting opposite him.
But just as his eyes turned...
He suddenly saw Ye Shiyu's expressionless face looking directly at him, now perilously close.
She didn't blink, didn't speak, and had no expression...
She just looked at Yan Huan.
"..."
"!!"
Yan Huan's breath instantly became rapid, even the Perfect Expression Management mask on his face couldn't withstand the shock and fell off.
As the mask fell and Yan Huan's expression changed, Ye Shiyu finally spoke in a faint voice,
"Xiao Huan... you liar..."
What?!
Hearing her words, Yan Huan was completely dumbfounded.
And in an instant, her soft, cool hand that he had been holding turned into an icy block.
