Cha Yuemu thought to himself, 'This hand sure is smooth!'
After all these years, he had actually held Su Luo's hand quite a few times, since the social customs in South Border didn't differentiate between sexes as much as those in Ye City. Plus, he and Su Luo had grown up together.
However, he distinctly remembered that Su Luo's hand wasn't this smooth.
It seemed that living in Ye City had a transformative effect. Within just a year, his cousin had transformed completely!
Tch!
Before his mind could process it, he gripped the unusually smooth hand in his own.
Then, with his other hand, he pulled back the curtain to reveal Su Luo's smiling face, "Cousin, how does my husband's hand feel?"
What?
Startled, Cha Yuemu followed the hand he was holding to its owner. A stern face framed by cold eyebrows, and man's eyes that were devoid of warmth. "Young Master Chayue..."
Cha Yuemu...
