True and False

"Sister, your hair smells good."

Ji Nanchen blew Mu Yunxiang's hair for a while and sniffed her neck.

The young man's breath was on her neck, and Mu Yunxiang avoided it uncomfortably. "Are you done blowing? "Thank you, Nanchen."

She stood up and kept a good distance from him.

Ji Nanchen frowned at her and asked, "Sister, do you hate me?"

Mu Yunxiang shook her head awkwardly. "No, I am just not used to being too close to people."

Being locked up by Xiao Yan for more than a year, she had long lost the ability to interact with normal people.

She didn't even know if Ji Nanchen sniffing her hair like that was something normal friends should do, because every time Xiao Yan treated her like this, it would be her.

Ji Nanchen looked at the panic in her eyes and went forward to hold her hand.

Mu Yunxiang seemed to have been greatly provoked and hid back, wanting to pull her hand out of his hand.