His palm, even more delicate than Bo Yan's, was smooth except for a slight callous on the fingertips from frequent typing, unlike Bo Yan, who often practiced Sanda.
Xia Siyu paused for a moment, Qin Baizhou also frowned, "You don't have a fever, do you?"
"No, it's just a tonsil inflammation affecting my vocal cords, it's not serious, I've already taken some cold medicine."
Xia Siyu took a step back. Just for that instant, it seemed as if Qin Baizhou almost wanted to press his forehead against hers.
In the past, Xia Siyu really was so thick-skinned and slow to notice Qin Baizhou's fondness for her. It was only after Bo Yan's various flirtations with her that she began to catch on, even if just a little.
But she only slightly increased the distance between them and didn't overthink it.
She and Qin Baizhou had always been really good friends and partners.
She didn't want to lose this friend.