Zhang Lingying couldn't snap back to reality, letting Leng Jian lead her along until the warmth from his palm transferred to her hand. That's when she finally realized what was happening and looked down in shock at their clasped hands...
She blinked her eyes, doubting for a moment whether she was under some illusion.
On the very first day she had planned to trick the male god, he had taken the initiative to hold her hand, and it was a tight interlocking of fingers...
Her heart was speeding up now, beating a bit too quickly.
"You just told me that you don't like Lu Jing clinging to you, right?" Leng Jian's voice drifted gently into Zhang Lingying's ears.
Zhang Lingying shifted her gaze to his face, locking eyes with his calm and steady ones. She paused briefly, then nodded earnestly. "Mhm!"
With a refined god like him around, she was in no mood to bother with that bastard Lu Jing.
