A faint smile appeared in xiajun Zihao's eyes hidden under his sunglasses.
Yan 'er's most attractive part was her eyes. They were extremely lively, as if they could speak.
So if she didn't deliberately hide her thoughts, he would be able to understand.
However, he was wearing sunglasses, so Xie Yan 'er couldn't see his expression and know what he was really thinking.
Xie Yan 'er just stood there with her head down, not saying a word.
Xiajun Zihao smiled and reached out to hold her hand gently. Just like when they were young, he held her hand as they walked.
However, the feeling of holding hands now was completely different from when they were young.
And when he held her hand, the feeling of touch made her heart throb.
This kind of throbbing was completely out of control.
It was a wonderful feeling, and soon, her palms were sweating.
However, even though she was sweating, she was reluctant to let go of this hand.
