As he spoke, Yin Huaixi secretly tightened his grip on her hand. It was as soft as cream, and he was worried that if he didn't hold it tightly, it would slide away.
Frowning, he slipped his fingers between hers and intertwined them.
Yu Youyao lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably. It was the shyness when the flowers bloomed but the branches were low.
It was unknown if it was because Yu Youyao's hand was too soft that he couldn't hold it tightly. If he let go, it wouldn't do. If his grip was too light, it wouldn't do. If it was too heavy, it wouldn't do either. It made Yin Huaixi's heart follow suit. Her hand was so soft that he was a little nervous. He subconsciously straightened his back and cleared his throat. "Your hand is too soft and smooth. If I don't hold it tightly, you'll…"
It was as if someone was strangling his neck. His voice suddenly stopped, and he twitched like white jade before suddenly turning red.
