With eight pieces of candy, all were fed.
The atmosphere in the room grew more and more tense.
The old experts' eyes were so focused they seemed about to pop out—after all, waiting to see someone get humiliated is quite an exciting affair.
Bao Gucheng always held Zuzi's small hand tightly.
Once he held this small hand, he didn't want to let go.
In this life, he had never known that a girl's hand could be so different from a man's.
He had served as a drill instructor personally training that group of new recruits, doing over-the-shoulder throws, climbing rope ladders... gripping the rough hands of those coarse men, all were full of bones, veins, and calluses.
A girl's hand, surprisingly, felt as if it were made of water.
He didn't dare to apply any pressure, fearing he might break her, hurt her.
He only kept it securely in the palm of his hand, gently caressing it, silently experiencing the soft, bone-less sensation.
