A large hand reached out and took hold of Su Xiaoyue's hand. Su Xiaoyue instinctively looked towards the owner of the hand, Fan Shaoming, whose expression was calm, revealing none of his thoughts as he held her hand. He tugged at his lips and said indifferently, "Let's go."
With that, he grasped her hand and led her towards his car.
This was not the first time he had pulled her along; he had just done so earlier. However, in that situation, neither of them had any other concerns. Now, he was pulling her again, and Su Xiaoyue felt it was inappropriate.
She tried to withdraw her hand, but Fan Shaoming held on tightly. His solid palm firmly gripped her hand, his body warmth passing through his fingers and palm, making her heart flutter unexpectedly as if she had been electrocuted.
