Zhou Shumei was looking at Gao Jun at that moment, somewhat surprised.
Gao Jun pretended to look into her eyes, then let go and hinted, "Shumei, was I being too presumptuous?"
It was only then that Zhou Shumei smiled, "No, it's alright."
"Let's paint together," she hesitated for a few seconds before responding.
Gao Jun then took Zhou Shumei's hand again.
This time, when he took her hand again, Zhou Shumei felt different.
When Gao Jun gently took her hand and began tracing on the back of her hand, her heart was instantly overwhelmed by a flood of complex emotions.
That long-missed touch seemed to open the door to her long-sealed memories, accelerating her heartbeat and quickening her breath.
She felt her hand trembling slightly under his grasp, a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Gao Jun's hand was warm and strong, conveying an indescribable power through the thin layer of skin, making Zhou Shumei feel both reassured and thrilled.
