However, such behavior—whereby he would punish her and then reward her—invoked in her a tiny bit of resentment. She pouted and retracted her hand from his grip, disallowing him from holding her anymore.
From the corner of his eye, Qi Chengzhi snuck a glance at her. Her face, though flushed, remained blank. She rested her hands on her knees.
The corner of his mouth raised up slightly in a tiny smile. He extended his hand in an attempt to hold hers.
Before, when her hand had been resting by her side, it had been easy to grasp it without attracting attention.
Now that her hands were upon her knees, it was harder to grasp it without drawing attention.
Song Yu blushed, as the group stared at their entwined hands.
Flushing to her ears, she looked downard, avoiding the attention.
