She was not honest at all. Her fingers were intertwined with Lu zhichen 's, and they would occasionally clench tightly. Then, she would suddenly let go and gently pinch Lu zhichen's fingers.
Lu zhichen did not find it troublesome and allowed her to do whatever she wanted.
Xing Jiu 'an pulled his hand out again, clenched it into a small fist, and placed it on Lu zhichen's palm.
"Let's warm our hands like this," She said,"that's not warm."
"Alright," he said. Lu zhichen gently clenched his small fist that was wrapped in his hand.
He had never thought that Xing Jiu 'an would be like this after he started dating him.
But it seemed to be within his expectations.
She had been this delicate when she was young.
It hadn't changed much in more than ten years.
He suddenly felt that he was just as lucky as Xing Jiu 'an had said.
The words of a child would come true when they grew up.
It was as if he had been blessed by the heavens.
