Ying Jing's hand was held, and the milk tea wobbled several times. Luckily, the lid was tight, so not much spilled out.
What's going on here?
She looked in confusion at the man who was a little emotional.
Noticing the emotional fluctuation, Wen Fucheng suppressed the surging love in his chest.
He let go of her hand.
The next second, Ying Jing grabbed it and put it back.
"If you want to hold it, just hold it! I'm not stopping you. Go ahead!" she said, pouting and not looking at him, even though her face had been red for a while.
Thanks to the streetlights, it wasn't too embarrassing.
The pearls were slurped up with a sigh.
She intentionally looked elsewhere.
He then slowly walked forward, with the person beside him gradually matching his pace.
From a distance, the two figures seemed to merge into one.
"Wen Fucheng, you still haven't told me why you like Hu City."
A distant and close voice rang in his ear.
"Because, there's someone I love very much here."
