Wu Zhenghui nodded and looked at Liu Jiaojiao's face. Under the bright moonlight, Liu Jiaojiao's face seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, which made his heart soft.
He shook hands with her but did not dare to reach out to grab her hand.
In the end, it was Liu Jiaojiao who could not stand it anymore. She opened her watery eyes and said softly, "What are you waiting for?"
"Ah..." Wu Zhenghui looked at her in a daze, not understanding what she meant.
Liu Jiaojiao sighed and said, "Didn't you want to hold my hand? Are you going to hold my hand? If you're not, I'll go back."
Only then did Wu Zhenghui react. He quickly grabbed her hand. "I'll hold it!"
After he finished speaking, he felt that he was too anxious. Was he being rude to Miss Jiaojiao?
He was so anxious that his face was red, but he was reluctant to let go.
In fact, Liu Jiaojiao was also quite shy. She pursed her lips and did not say anything.
