Zhao Xidong stared at Xu Xiaoshou as the lad rubbed his hands together while walking to take his seat. Zhao Xidong felt puzzled.
It is impossible!
How could the boy get to touch her hand, and he could not even get to first base? Zhao Xidong had countless girlfriends over the years. Why could he not impress this girl?
What could it be?
Could it be that Xu Xiaoshou was more handsome than he was?
Xu Xiaoshou felt the warmth on his hand, but his mind was not as lewd as those two had pictured.
Unlike Momo's peculiar right hand, he felt nothing special when he touched Yu Zhiwen's hand. So, her strength did not lie in her hands.
Hmm?
He wondered if he could poke at her eyes at their first meeting. However, it sounded so wrong.
It was simply too inappropriate!
Xu Xiaoshou was in a bit of a dilemma.
"What?" Xu Xiaoshou turned to ask Zhao Xidong when he felt the latter's intense stare.
"Nothing."
