Can't I even hold hands?

A-Qing looked down at her hand that was tugging at her sleeve. She suddenly laughed and turned to hold her hand in her palm.

Qing 'er's heart was filled with the desire to introduce him to the amazing equipment in the Academy, so she only realized that something was wrong two seconds later. She suddenly stopped and looked down at their hands.

Although in terms of age, ah Luo was a few years younger than her, there was a physical difference between men and women, so even if the young man's hands were white and beautiful, they were still a pair of men's hands, slender and well-defined, and much bigger than her hands. He could easily hold her hands in his palm.

Qing 'er felt strangely that this scene was quite harmonious. When this thought came to her, she realized that his palm was so hot that her heart could not help but tremble.

"Achoo!" She suddenly blushed. In order to hide her uneasiness, she could only put on an angry posture. let go of me! What are you doing?"