Chapter 57: Holding Hands—There’s Only Zero Times or Countless Times
Fortunately, the subway ride from the School of Business to Sky Street was only four stops. About ten minutes later, the subway arrived.
Jiang Miao walked out of the subway with a dazed expression, still reminiscing about the lingering warmth in his palm.
Looking at Senior Sister’s small hands from behind, he bit his lip, feeling slightly stirred.
After stepping on the escalator, he glanced at Shen Yu and Zhang Panfeng standing in front. Then he turned his head to look at the other side and silently reached out his hand to hold Senior Sister’s hand.
It’s really soft.
Her fingers are so slender.
They feel smooth and delicate.
Could holding hands be addictive?
Su Huaizhou showed no resistance and allowed him to hold and caress her hand. Her heart was racing just as much as Jiang Miao’s.