"It's a little cold. Can I borrow your hand to hold?"
Lin Fan's words entered Xia Wanqiu's mind.
The waves crashed, and everything in the world froze.
Lin Fan waited for Xia Wanqiu's response silently and extended his hand to her.
Looking at the pretty girl in front of him, Lin Fan suddenly had an illusion.
Was it just one-sided love between him and Xia Wanqiu?
The air seemed to have stopped flowing. Lin Fan felt like he had done something wrong.
Perhaps Xia Wanqiu did not have that kind of feeling for him.
"Will you return it after you borrow it?" Xia Wanqiu smiled sweetly. There was a beautiful blush on her pretty face. She blinked her eyes and looked at Lin Fan.
"I'm not returning it." Lin Fan smiled and held Xia Wanqiu's soft and warm hand.
The moonlight shone, reflecting this scene.
Lin Fan took the initiative to hold Xia Wanqiu's hand.
It turned out that girls' hands were so soft.
