One hundred and eight, all are words of fierce beasts!"_1
Translator: 549690339
But her hands were too small, and since Gu Chen was a man, his hands were much bigger than hers.
So he only managed to envelop half of hers.
You could say it was thanks to the ginseng black chicken soup, it really made a difference; his hand was truly warm, like a little stove, and even a bit clammy.
Especially since Ji Pianran was holding her own hand tightly.
Within minutes, Gu Chen's hand started to sweat as well.
He didn't know if it was because of the heat, but his body felt like it was burning with a suppressed fire, inexplicably hot and restless.
Seeing a traffic light ahead, Gu Chen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
His fingers moved slightly, as he wanted to let go of Ji Pianran's hand.
At that moment, Ji Pianran's mind was full of guilt, and she didn't notice Gu Chen's movement at all.
Seeing her not reacting, Gu Chen cleared his throat twice.
"Um, wife, can we hold hands again in a bit?"