When they left Maple Forest Leisure Center, Mo Qianni was already panting from the running. She noticed that Yang Chen was still holding her hand and pretended to cough, her face turning red, whether from shyness or exercise.
"What's wrong? Miss Mo, is your throat not feeling well?" Yang Chen asked, feigning ignorance.
Mo Qianni gave him a glare, "Let go of your pig's trotter!"
Yang Chen smirked, not the least bit embarrassed, but he released her soft and tender hand. Though he enjoyed the texture of her hand in his, he couldn't resist explaining, "Miss Mo, your choice of words needs some improvement. Pig's trotters should never be used to describe holding someone's hand."
Mo Qianni, knowing that arguing with this guy would lead nowhere, simply walked towards the car without saying more.
As they got back on the road they came from, Yang Chen checked if anyone was following them. Only when he was sure that no one was tailing them did he finally relax.
