"Hand."
The girl stretched out her hand toward him fiercely.
Mu Shen was startled.
"Give it to me."
"Chuzheng..." Mu Shen's lips moved.
Chuzheng forcefully pulled out his hand, holding it tightly at first, then she thought about it and let go, intertwining their fingers.
Dragging down her own difficult person, why wasn't it possible yet!
"Chuzheng..."
Chuzheng fiercely retorted, "If you have any objections, keep them to yourself." I won't listen; I just want to hold hands.
"..."
Mu Shen didn't know what to say.
She already had someone she liked; why did she still come to provoke him...
Mu Shen's fingers slowly tightened.
Just...
Just for a while.
He would only hold on for a while.
That feeling was like a treasure stolen from someone else, worried about being caught, yet unable to let go.
The two walked quietly on the path.
