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"Huh?" Su Qing looked at him with confusion.
Gu Ran was not one to throw a tantrum, and even if he did, it wouldn't be over something so trivial. Even without VIP access, having to queue up as if being punished, he shouldn't complain.
"We need to hold hands to walk," Gu Ran said.
Su Qing pursed her lips and glanced at him with a smile.
"Wishful thinking," she said. "Giving a dog whatever it wants just because it wants it, that's precisely what you're not supposed to do according to dog training manuals—let's go."
She didn't take his hand, but she looped her arm through his.
Their smooth forearms brushed together. Gu Ran was also in short sleeves today, and when their skins touched, their heartbeats accelerated simultaneously.
It felt like an electric current, yet also like a warm flow, traveling from the skin of the other's arm into one's own body.
