Her lips twitched, 'So, he truly respects my abilities as a senior!'
To melt the ice between us?
'Yes, this could work. I'll let him hold hands and let him think I've accepted. I'll just wait until he actually grows up. Nothing could go wrong… right?'
"Yes," she replied, nodding gravely. "A secret technique."
He hesitated, his gaze flitting between her hand and her expression. It was too soft, too perfect—almost suspicious. Was this really a secret technique… or just another trap?
With a resigned sigh, Su Xiaobai complied, taking her hand in his.
It was indeed soft. His fingers brushed against her delicate skin, and for a moment, he forgot himself.
Her hand wasn't cold like he imagined but warm, almost hot.
But then his attention snapped back to the coffin. Why isn't the ice melting? He stared harder, even managing a faint smile of hope. It might work any second now!