Pretending

Jiang Yao tilted her head slightly to the side, biting her lips lightly as she tried to keep her smile that was threatening to spread wide on her face. 

She quietly watched Lu Xingzhi, who was driving with one hand on the wheel with the other still holding her hand. She smiled softly, this was the Lu Xingzhi that she knew. 

A man with few words that would silently stick to her side, and even though he did not say anything, the fact was that he would only be satisfied if he were tied to her side twenty four hours a day. 

By the time they reached the platoon, the journey from the airport to the platoon had been delayed by half an hour, due to the little pit stop full of enthusiasm that was made. Lu Xingzhi held her hand all the way there, only releasing it when they reached the platoon.