20 Holding Hands

As soon as Su Jinyue's hand touched Zhan Yihan's, she felt an electric current pass through her fingertips. It was soft and numbing, striking her heart directly. She quickly retracted her hand in a panic. In her previous life, she and Mo Feiheng had held hands many times, but she had never felt this electrifying feeling before.

Zhan Yihan was shocked, and looked down at Su Jinyue's hand. Although it was only a moment, he had clearly felt that soft, numbing and satiny feeling. It made him have a strong urge to hold her hand and revel in that feeling.

Noticing that Zhan Yihan's gaze landed on her hand, Su Jinyue's heart pounded uncontrollably. Why is he looking at my hand? Is he angry because I touched his hand? But he doesn't seem that petty.

Looking at Su Jinyue's slender and fair hands that were as delicate as a beautiful jade, Zhan Yihan's Adam's apple bobbed a little, and he reached out to hold Su Jinyue's hand.