I Have a Secret

Realizing what she was going to do next, Mu Anan was so nervous that her heart was beating wildly.

She could even hear her own heart pounding like thunder.

She was extremely nervous.

She had hidden that secret for too long, carefully and at a huge expense.

She had been hiding it cautiously.

Even if she were to reveal a little bit of information, it would seem like a battle.

And right then, she was certain she wanted to reveal that secret.

She wanted to be honest.

When Mu Anan lowered her head, she secretly took a few deep breaths.

After staring at Zong Zhengyu's hand for a while, her little finger finally took small steps on the quilt, slowly approaching Zong Zhengyu's hand and then grabbing his index finger.

She held it tightly.

Zong Zhengyu's hand was a heaven for those with a fetish for hands. His fingers were distinct and long.

"What's wrong?" Seventh Master glanced at Mu Anan with a puzzled expression.