Jing Tong came back to his senses.
She looked down and saw Jiang Yu's left hand covering her right hand. The man's slender fingers were slightly retracted, just enough to cover her hand in his palm. The heat was like an ant, climbing up the back of her hand bit by bit. Halfway, she suddenly came to her senses and pulled her hand back.
"Why should I be worried? Hmph, I'm just as worried about the same thing as you were." She looked up at him. who knows if you're just doing it on a whim? Who knows what your true purpose is? You're too good at pretending. It's only right for me to be more cautious."
"Do you think I'd joke about something like this at such a critical time?" Jiang Yu frowned.
