Wei Anning tried to pull her hand back, but the hand that held her wrist, though seemingly casual, made it impossible for her to break free easily. She glared at him, irritated and embarrassed, "Let go."
Leng Youchen lifted his eyes, his gaze dangerous and mixed with intense heat, slowly sweeping over the woman's panicked eyes. He hooked his lips into a smile that was both roguish and wicked, "Just holding your hand and you're shaking like this. What are you thinking about?"
Wei Anning felt her scalp tingle under his gaze, her cheeks burning hot and red. She tugged at her hand again, and this time, she successfully pulled it back, but the tingling sensation lingered at her wrist, refusing to dissipate, "Weren't you the one who wanted to go out for a walk? I'll push you out."
Leng Youchen watched her with an amused smile, seemingly laughing at her timidity.
