Since the incident ten years ago, Jian Anning had felt somewhat uncomfortable with uncontrollable events that occurred in the night.
Yu Zexiao watched her still slightly pale face but pretended to be composed, and couldn't help but find it amusing, "Really? I wonder who it is that's holding onto me so tightly right now!"
As soon as his words ended, Jian Anning immediately let go, recoiling as if she had touched some pathogen, "Not at all, it was clearly you who was holding me!"
Seeing Jian Anning act so shamelessly was something Yu Zexiao rarely encountered. At that moment, he thought it was both novel and amusing. As he watched her gently release him and wander leisurely on the island, he couldn't help but laugh and follow her.
