Lin Xinxuan sat down with Gao Jun.
After sitting down, Gao Jun naturally took her small hand.
This holding of hands made Lin Xinxuan nervous.
They had discussed it before.
When the time came, they couldn't avoid details like holding hands.
But when it actually came to this step, Lin Xinxuan, who had never held a boy's hand before, her face turned red instantly, like a tide.
Mrs. Lin Zhang Qinglan was sitting face to face, and seeing Lin Xinxuan's face flush, she asked, "Xinxuan, what's wrong? Why is your face so red?"
Lin Xinxuan started to stammer.
She couldn't possibly tell her mother that it was because Gao Jun had taken her hand that she blushed, could she?
At that moment, Gao Jun broke in, "Maybe Xinxuan is a bit shy, after all, it's her first time bringing me home, she's naturally a bit nervous."
"Why be nervous? If anyone should be nervous, it should be Little Jun," Zhang Qinglan then noticed that Gao Jun was holding Lin Xinxuan's hand continuously.