Mo Yunchen clasped Qin Qin's hand that was reaching down to pick up her dropped items, squatting low with his long fingers picking up each piece of wild vegetables and wild boar meat and placing them into the basket.
Qin Qin's gaze never left the back of his head. As she watched the side of his face that was bowed, her eyes reddened slightly. She desperately told herself to restrain her feelings, to not let him detect any flaws. Perhaps he was merely suspicious. Who could recognize her looking like this now? She absolutely couldn't let him recognize her, because she didn't dare, didn't dare to face him looking this way.
