Mu Liang walked over and naturally took Qiao Xia's hand, interlacing their fingers tightly. Qiao Xia's heart raced, though they had physical contact before, such intimate gestures had been exceedingly rare.
Fingers interlocked, hearts connected.
The warmth from the palm, as if seeping through the skin, infiltrated into her heart.
The statement he had made earlier, "I am used to it, any objections?" was both domineering and assertive. His protectiveness was evident without words, as if she were the treasure Mu Liang held in the palm of his hand, indulged to be lawless, with no one allowed to harm even a hair on her head.
Mu Liang possessed a commanding presence that did not need anger to enforce, coupled with a bit of elegance amid the sharpness, he resembled the Crown Prince who was praised by everyone in TVE.
Regal and compelling, powerful yet elegant.
