In the end, Wei Zilin quickly intercepted and grabbed ahold of her hand.
"My hand's covered in filth. It's dirty," Xu Moyan said. However, he was already holding on to it, so it would not make sense if she were to shove it away. Thus, she decided to let it be.
"I don't mind." Wei Zilin held on tighter, interlocking his fingers with hers.
Her hands that were somewhat cold from the morning chill gradually warmed up after being held by his for a short while.
Looking at his unbothered expression, Xu Moyan blinked slyly and covered the back of his hand with her other hand. She deliberately rubbed it a couple of few times, smearing the majority of the dirt on her hand onto the back of Wei Zilin's hand.Ā
Wei Zilin had quite a high tolerance for Xu Moyan's antics, so he simply continued to smile as he watched her becoming increasingly boisterous. It was as if she had suddenly turned into a three-year-old child.
