Pei Zhi glanced at the very few tourists and did not expose her. "Then how should we hold hands?"
Lin Jiao stuck her left hand into his palm and said with a smile, "This way, we won't get pushed away."
If not for her lousy excuse, Pei Zhi would have been fooled by her innocent eyes.
He felt her warmth spreading out across his body and his fingertips felt like they had been electrocuted.
"It's time to enter the elevator." Lin Jiao felt her scalp tingle from the cold wind. She didn't even have time to think about why he was standing there in a daze.
Pei Zhi tightened his grip on her hand.
He walked to the three rows of seats in the elevator and was about to give her a suggestion when he saw her sit beside Qu Shao in the first row.
"Why don't you sit in the back?"
"The back row is too dark." In comparison, facing those strange things was much better than letting her imagination run wild.
