He had already tied the bracelet on her wrist, yet the hand Xiao Liulang used to hold her wrist never let go.
Her graceful wrist fell into his palm, tender in a way that was unfathomable, making one yearn to gently squeeze it.
This slender, white wrist that was as soft as snow ignited a flame in his chest, making his blood surge.If it had been a year ago, Xiao Liulang would have definitely let go at once, but now, he couldn't.
He had never experienced such things, and never visited places that he should not, but occasionally Fen Lin would bring up topics meant for men's discussions in his and Lin Chengye's presence.
He knew that it's normal for a man to have such thoughts, but he wasn't sure whether his feelings for her were only due to his manly instincts, or because he really had feelings for her—
"Is it pretty?" Gu Jiao tilted her head and looked at him.