The Long-Awaited Explanation I

The empty grass and the fresh smell made Jiang Ruolan want to study something seriously, but the pair of gloved hands she had been holding all along suddenly moved away. Next, a warm and familiar hand covered her, and Xian Zihao's unique fragrance invaded her nostril.

At some point, Xian Zihao had come over and stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her body and held her hands on the golf club. The moment she stiffened, he whispered, "Relax, I'll teach you."

Jiang Ruolan lowered her head to look at the club and suddenly she felt a sense of familiarity all over her body. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

On the other side, Xie Mei's face was filled with jealousy and envy. Wan Shoushan was also looking at them in surprise, but he couldn't say anything.

Jiang Ruolan pursed her lips and let Xian Zihao hold her hand, patiently and seriously teaching her how to hold the golf club.