Tangyuan might not be aware of it herself, but when her soft, chubby little hand was held in Rong's, it felt both adorable and comfortable. His thumb would subconsciously rub it, and while his movements weren't significant at first, she didn't notice. However, as he kept rubbing, she began to glare at him frequently.
Rong Heng naturally sensed her displeasure and playfully defused the awkwardness, "Haven't you realized how squishy and delicate your hand feels when touched?"
"Let go, there are no puddles here anymore," Tangyuan almost gritted her teeth as she spoke, clearly having held back her annoyance for quite some time.
"There might not be any here, but who knows about up ahead? Don't worry, I've got you. You'll walk more steadily with my help."
But when she tried to shake him off unsuccessfully, he took it a step further by showing off his Qinggong skills and flying with her.
