The two simple-minded, sweet people were a match made in heaven.
"That's what I mean," explained Wei Wucai.
"I know…" Yan Zhiqing bit her lip, smiling sweetly.
She extended her arm and held Wei Wucai's right hand. "This won't distract you from driving, right?"
"It's not distracting." Wei Wucai held her hand even tighter. "Zhiqing."
"Hmmm?" Yan Zhiqing answered as she pulled his hand over, placing it right below her eyes.
It was as though his hand looked extremely good because she admired it meticulously.
Yan Zhiqing's soft fingers pinched Wei Wucai's long fingers, making him feel comfortable.
Yan Zhiqing even touched the lines of his hand carefully, as well as his nails.
She also looked at the size of his hand and the length of his fingers.
Then, she linked her fingers with his.
She was having so much fun as though she wasn't thinking of him.
