Slowly walking out of the hospital and arriving at the parking lot, Meng Yue looked at Lu Yu in front of her and immediately said, "Hey, how long do you plan on holding my hand?"
Hearing Meng Yue's words, Lu Yu suddenly lowered his head, seeing Meng Yue's pair of soft, white hands currently being held by his own. From a distance, the two looked just like a couple!
"Ah, sorry, sorry."
Lu Yu looked at Meng Yue in front of him, hurriedly let go, and said, the air of confidence just now dissipated entirely, as if he were just an ordinary tenant.
Seeing Lu Yu's appearance, Meng Yue suddenly chuckled, then looked at Lu Yu and said, "You know, you're not bad at all; those few silver needles saved someone seriously injured and near death. Did your parents teach you this too?"
"Of course."
