"It's quite comfortable to hold," she suddenly said as she let go.
Was that so?
It was broad and warm. He had slender fingers too.
She was merely submitting to her instincts and speaking the truth.
He was good-looking, and even his hands were like unpolished jade—flawless.
Yi Juncheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was she serious?
He was also a shameless person. After a while, he propped his head on his hand and smiled lazily. "Then do you want to hold it again?"
"No." Sheng Yang sat up straight. She only felt that his hand was nice to hold but she didn't like the feeling of being electrocuted. It was numbing.
Yi Juncheng looked at her quietly. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his eyes. He smiled playfully. "You saved me once before. My family is very strict. I have to give myself to you. What should we do?"
Finally… he started to talk about it formally.
He was even a little cautious.
