Lingxuyao reached out and took her small hand that was on his knee. There was a chill in her hand, and he couldn't help but want to warm her.
Her small hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles white. Although she looked calm on the surface, he could tell that she wasn't.
Jiang Shuxia lowered her head and looked at the big palm on the back of the man's hand.
Their gazes met, and the man's eyes were gentle.
She was a little unhappy. "Lingxuyao, let go of me."
Lingxuyao pursed his lips, a little unable to understand where her current emotions came from.
"Drive seriously! Don't make a move, haven't you had enough of the previous lesson? Lingxuyao, if you want to die along with me, then go ahead and do whatever you want! " Jiang Shuxia gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.
She didn't like this, the word 'car accident' was like an inescapable curse.