Qin Zhixin, who ran back to sunset, regardless of the surprised eyes of two servant girls, ran into the room and closed the door with a bang. Then the whole person leaned against the door, his face was red and he kept panting. Qin Zhixin's right hand pressed hard on his heart, but he could not hold back the "thumping" heartbeat. Is this the feeling of love? Is that how you like a person? Qin Zhixin doesn't understand. She only knows that she has a good impression of Xuanyuan Han. Xuanyuan Han gives her a feeling that the men who used to pursue him didn't have. That kind of palpitation,...