Qiao Xiaon'an was an extremely cautious person.
However, when the scorching warmth from Yun Mo's palm seeped into hers, she finally grinned cheerfully. Any displeasure soon dissolved, as she interlocked his long fingers with hers, holding on tightly, very tightly.
His palm was neither rough nor callous, but rather delicate. She thought about the countless books he must have read over the years, his mind filled with wisdom, how he seldom relied on his hands for work, hence the absence of calluses.
She liked such an intelligent and composed man.
Therefore, the tighter she gripped his hand. Under the bright lights of the mall, she could not help but admire his striking side profile which brimmed with elegance. "Amo, we will stay at the old residence tonight, right?" she asked.
Yun Mo grunted his affirmation.
Qiao Xiaon'an asked again, "Will we share a room?"
Yun Mo grunted once more.
Suddenly, Qiao Xiaon'an grew nervous.
