Zhang Ronghua subconsciously used a little strength to hold her hand tightly, not allowing her to pull it away!
Their eyes met!
Ji Xueyan looked at him in disbelief. He, he actually held her hand. She could feel the width, weight, and warmth of his palm. Her heart was in a mess. How, how dare he?
Very quickly, he came back to his senses!
Her remaining rationality told her to stop here, stop with her good feelings. She couldn't take it any further. Otherwise, it would be a bottomless abyss for them. The consequences would be so great that no one could afford it.
Her exquisite face gradually calmed down. Her deep and beautiful eyes looked at him without any fluctuation.
"The weather is dry, be careful of the fire!"
The voice of the night watchman rang out from outside, repeating three times in a row before he walked away.