Asking for help from me is not shameful.
These were the words spoken by Tan Jincheng, eight words uttered clearly, and Yun Chu heard them equally clearly.
But hearing them clearly didn't mean she could easily and calmly accept those eight words.
Yun Chu remained silent, saying nothing.
And Tan Jincheng maintained that posture, motionless.
His face was just a centimeter away from hers.
His eyes were fixed on her at such close distance that she couldn't avoid them, and his nose was almost touching hers, his breath abundantly spread over her face, making her feel it intensely.
Such close proximity, such clear realization, such distinct sensation.
Yun Chu had never been this close to a man, except for her uncle.
But...
But the feeling was ultimately different.
