Jiang Yuning paused briefly, lowered his head and asked, "My own hands?"
Nian Xi didn't respond but thought, Can it possibly be anyone else's hands?
She pictured that scene, and then found it extremely unacceptable. Even her cheeks turned red. "Yeah, your own hands. No one else should touch that part of your body."
"But you touched it," said Jiang Yuning with a grievance. "You even grabbed it."
Nian Xi really wanted to bite off her tongue. "That was an accident. Just write. I found that you're good at writing."
He could really be troublesome if he got used to talking. She didn't dare talk to him again.
…
The flight lasted for over ten hours and Nian Xi slept for about five. The plane finally landed at Charles De Gaulle Airport in the afternoon. The organizer of the conference picked them up and drove them to the hotel.
For Jiang Yuning's safety, they would all live in a large suite, which had two stories.
