Ye Ning looked at Mu Yeli in surprise.
He gazed straight ahead as if nothing had happened, but his long slender hand gripped her fingers even tighter.
With a dry cough, he quickened his pace, pulling her along.
Ye Ning simply let him lead her on.
Just like that, they resembled two blushing teenagers walking together.
Fortunately, both of them looked youthful enough to blend in on this street.
Ye Ning kept her head low, feeling warmth from his hand holding hers. It was a comforting sensation.
She glanced sideways at him.
The side profile of a good-looking man had a unique charm of its own.
