The warmth in the palm of her hand did not belong to her.
Lu Mian's five fingers, stiff as if frozen, stretched out with warmth in the palm and an icy chill at the fingertips.
Her knuckles couldn't move, preventing her from gripping Xiao Qimo's hand in return.
She merely hummed instinctively and found herself involuntarily following his lead as they walked forward.
She couldn't quite understand why she would allow a man to enter her guarded range, something that had never happened before.
Apart from feeling somewhat strange, she didn't seem to resist much either.
When she glanced at the man beside her, he was pursing his lips, his expression cold and serious as he walked briskly.
He did not seem to notice these details.
She quietly chastised herself for overthinking.
Xiao Qimo led Lu Mian to a black car.
Ye Jinwen saw from the rearview mirror his Seventh Brother leading Lu Mian over and was so astonished that he bounced in the driver's seat, shaking the car twice.
