Lu Ye was twenty-six years old this year.
The women he most often came into contact with were Grandma Lu and his aunt Bai Lu, as well as Lu Da, the lady-killer Lu Lingli.
It was his first time touching a girl's hand.
Thump, thump, thump.
His heart started to beat uncontrollably.
His cheeks were even redder and hotter.
Lu Ye tried hard to calm himself down, but the hand holding the wrench was shaking uncontrollably.
If he kept shaking like this, Lu Ye even started to wonder if he had Parkinson's.
Looking at Lin Wu, she still had that light and breezy demeanor, as if nothing had happened, her voice even mild, "No worries, why fuss over a small gesture in the jianghu?"
In fact.
Miss Lin's palm was coated in a layer of cold sweat.
Phew!
Stay calm, stay calm.
After all, she had been through big events before.
Hearing this, Lu Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
Good.
He had not been mistaken for a libertine.
But his heart rate didn't slow down at all.