Shen Mosheng was on edge the entire time, and by the time they reached the Han Family home, there was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"Shen Mosheng, thank you. I had a great time today," Han Yingying said as she took the items, clearly not intending to invite him in.
"I'll carry it in for you; it's quite heavy."
"No need, it's just a few steps."
Shen Mosheng didn't insist and handed over the items.
It was only when she took the items that Han Yingying noticed his beautiful hands were marked with deep red indentations, which appeared painful to even look at.
But he had not made a sound from beginning to end.
A twinge of guilt surged through her, and Han Yingying set the things on the ground and took his hand, chiding him softly, "Your hands are all marked like this, and you didn't even say a word?"
Looking at her soft crown of hair, the tips of Shen Mosheng's ears discreetly reddened, yet he merely chuckled lightly, "It doesn't hurt."
