Chapter 73: Not Necessarily Enough

Qin Shuang stared at He Zhiyao's fair and slender hand for a moment, but failed to see anything on it.

With a poker face and no temper, Qin Shuang pulled out a wet wipe from the box. She grasped his slightly cool hand and perfunctorily wiped it for him.

She just hoped this ancestor wouldn't create trouble out of nothing again.

He Zhiyao's gaze remained on her fingers. Compared to his distinct knuckles, her fingers seemed exceptionally soft and boneless, too gentle to describe.

When they touched his fingers, it felt like a bundle of soft cotton lightly brushing over every tip of his fingers.

He Zhiyao's eyes gradually deepened, and an involuntary image sprang into his mind.

He seemed... to have never used her hand before?

A slight stir in He Zhiyao's heart made him involuntarily curl his fingers, hooking hers.

His chest vibrated faintly.