The two of them headed towards the VIP access together. It wasn't until they had walked for a while that Tang Nuanning realized her hand was still being held by him.
No wonder it felt so warm.
She tried to pull her hand back, but Bo Yanchen suddenly gripped it tighter.
Tang Nuanning's heartbeat inexplicably quickened as she reminded him, "Hey, you... you're still holding my hand!"
Bo Yanchen didn't look at her. "I know."
"You, you, you... If you know, then why are you still holding it? Men and women shouldn't touch hands like this! People will get the wrong idea."
Bo Yanchen's lips moved again, replying,
"Only those with a guilty conscience care about such things!"
"I don't have a guilty conscience at all!"
"Then stop talking about it!"
Tang Nuanning pouted, "I'm just not used to it. I can walk on my own; you don't need to hold me. Let go."
Bo Yanchen didn't look at her, nor did he let go. "You walk too slowly, you can't keep up with me."
