Inside the Bentley, a heartwarming atmosphere ensued. Yang Qingyue attempted to withdraw her hand but failed 'miserably'.
Whether it was due to Ling Qingyu's powerful grip or an act of symbolic resistance remained a mystery.
A gentle tug of war between the two brought smiles upon Ling Qingyu's face. She went to the next stage and interlocked the fingers.
Yang Qingyue glared at Ling Qingyu bashfully and resigned to fate, sighing at her shameless level. She asked for the first time. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm seeking the only warmth in the Arctic." Ling Qingyu replied with a shrug.
Yang Qingyue almost vomited Ling Qingyu's cringy and cliche remarks. She wasn't really prepared to face Ling Qingyu's sudden change in attitude, who became so bold in her move.
But she didn't hate nor had any disgust. Something inexplicable rose from her heart. She wanted to see which direction Ling Qingyu was going to take.