Zhan Qinxi's voice came through.
Warm and appropriate.
Song Yi was carrying her own bag, turned to look at him, "What's up?"
The woman's fox-like eyes peeked out from under the hat, slender and charming, gently blinking with a languid allure that unintentionally captivated.
Zhan Qinxi was stunned for a second.
He walked over with a polite smile on his face, "Let me carry the bag for you, save your strength."
As he said this, he reached out to take it, showing gentlemanly demeanor.
Song Yi lightly shifted her bag, discreetly avoiding him, smiling as she looked at him, "I'm not a delicate girl, don't need your help, we're teammates, not a couple, there's no need for such gestures."
"We should aim to win together, not me holding you back."
With these words, she spoke elegantly and appropriately, creating a vast distance between the two, as if separated by tens of thousands of miles.
Zhan Qinxi furrowed his brows slightly.
