Fu Jie was stunned, but he did not show any signs of resistance. Perhaps she was already accustomed to Lu Chen using the method of holding hands to express his feelings.
Her hands were still as smooth and delicate as before. Even though the lights were dim, Lu Chen could still feel its beauty and whiteness. Her eyes shone with the most moving brilliance in the world. Every movement, every frown, and every smile made his heart pound.
Lu Chen wanted to hold her hand quietly for all eternity.
Fu Jie's hand slightly twitched, but he did not break away from Lu Chen's hand. She calmly looked at Lu Chen and said, I still remember one... Is there a skit? It was played by Cai Ming and Guo Da. The one holding the hand.
Lu Chen nodded. "That one..." The name was forgotten, but it was a touching little item.
Fu Jie said: "If one day, my hand is like sandpaper, will you still grab me like this?"