Lu Yang's loose strands of hair were blown by the wind, and it brushed against her face. She looked at him and blinked dazedly.
Jiang Yanzhou's voice was deep, enveloped in an irresistible charm, as he asked again, "May I hold your hand like this?"
His gaze was sincere and focused, enveloping her completely.
Back then, when she wanted to touch him, she used the same words, and he didn't refuse. But now...
They stood in a deadlock for a while, and Lu Yang murmured almost inaudibly.
Although there were belongings of Lu Mingyu in the house, it was mostly Lu Yang living there alone. When he originally placed his things here, it was partly for the convenience of coming to accompany Lu Yang when he had free time. On the other hand, despite the good security here, he still had some concerns, so he arranged the house to look like it belonged to a non-single woman.
