On the way to their destination in the car.
Gan Yanyu clenched one hand into a tight fist while her other hand ceaselessly scribbled and doodled on her thigh, and then she would pinch her thigh sharply.
This scene left Lin Tian beside her completely dumbfounded.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah… Ah?"
Caught in the act, Gan Yanyu's pretty face blushed slightly as she awkwardly shrank her head.
"When I'm nervous, I draw pentagrams on my leg…"
"And the pinching?"
"To reset the 'drawing board'."
"Hmm."
It seemed Gan Yanyu had a strict system in place for this routine.
Lin Tian wondered if anyone else were to operate this system, would it still function normally?
Today at noon, to fulfill his promise to Gan Yanyu to meet the chairman of the Music Association, Lin Tian had forsaken even his precious lunch break and specially took a taxi with Gan Yanyu to their appointment.
"Are you that nervous?" Lin Tian asked.
"I'm nervous for you!"
"Nervous for me?"
