C419 Conspiracy!

“What are you holding my hand for?” Qianxun glanced at the aloof Mingyue, then looked down at their clasped hands, full of confusion.

Mingyue withdrew his hand, glanced around at their surroundings, and said calmly, “It's getting late. We should head back.”

Qianxun shook her head, her gaze fixed on the spilled porridge, her brow furrowed. “I can't leave just yet