He lied. When he held Xia Lian's hand just now, he felt inexplicably nervous, even though he hadn't felt this way since he got used to holding hands.

Why is that...?

Frustrated, Wen Mo rubbed his hair, pulled out his phone, and subconsciously typed in a few keywords.

"I feel irritable, my heart is racing, and I want to look away when I see someone."

"why is that"

Click search.

Immediately, a flood of content appeared following this keyword. Wen Mo clicked on the most-read article and began to read it carefully.

Do you experience the following symptoms: your heart races when you see the other person, you crave physical contact, you have a strong urge to share, you feel happy only in their presence, you prioritize them in everything you do, you want their attention, you want to make them happy, you want to see their smile...?

This is a very long article, or you could say a semi-interactive questionnaire. Several minutes had passed by the time I finished reading it. At the very bottom of the article, there was a sentence written in bold pink font.

"Perhaps you've already fallen victim to this scam by the time you clicked on this article."

Congratulations, you're in love!

Wen Mo stared at this extremely conspicuous sentence, his mouth slightly agape, and froze on the spot for a moment.

Am I in love?

At this moment, the previously quiet sounds of showering in the bathroom became exceptionally clear to his ears. Wen Mo subconsciously looked towards the bathroom, only to see a blurry figure.

After calming down for several seconds, he put down his phone.

He deleted all the search results and shook his head dismissively.

"How could that be?"