His gaze, which had been low all this time, suddenly turned cold, almost forming a tropical storm on his face.
Gu Qili sensed the change in his expression and hurriedly followed his gaze to the ground, her face turning instantly pale.
These were the notes Chen Yishu had stuffed into the books when he confessed to her recently, almost every unborrwed book had one of these slips of paper.
How could she have forgotten about this and brazenly brought him to visit?
Now that Mu Shuoqian had inadvertently discovered it, she actually felt a guilt as if she had cheated, as if she had done something wrong by him.
This inexplicable feeling made her restless, she squatted down and quickly picked up the books to put them back in their place, facing the bookshelf, she dared not turn around to look at him, pretending to organize the books, her heart inside her chest missing its beat rhythmically.
