Lin Ying pulled Chen Lusi out of the elevator, without feeling anything was amiss.
Chen Lusi, however, noticed and looked down at their hands.
"..."
Lin Ying turned her head, lightly squeezed his hand: "Feels no different from holding my own other hand, just a bit bigger, a bit rougher... right?"
With that said.
She lifted her snow-white chin, looking at Chen Lusi again.
Chen Lusi opened his mouth, but didn't get a chance to speak.
Lin Ying reminded: "You better hold my hand before you share your thoughts."
"..."
Chen Lusi was silent for a moment, curved his fingers, and gently held Lin Ying's soft little hand: "Not quite the same, your hand is very small."
"I know."
Lin Ying smiled like a blooming flower, gradually slowed her pace, and walked side by side with Chen Lusi.
As for the hand, she never let go.
"..."
Chen Lusi turned his head to look at Lin Ying, who was dressed in a light, ethereal white dress, gentle and charming.
