The car grew quieter when neither of them spoke.
Nangong Lin thought it was fine like this. Talking too much could be tiring, so she lazily leaned back in the seat.
Just as she leaned back, Alvin suddenly reached over, his large, warm hand enveloping hers without warning, gently holding her hand in his palm.
His movements weren't slow but were gentle, as if he were cherishing something, yet there was also an underlying sense of impatient eagerness.
Nangong Lin was suddenly taken aback. What was happening!
She looked at her hand in disbelief; it was being held tightly by Alvin, who was softly caressing it with his thumb.
She was shocked. Oh my god, this is too blatant!
She looked over at Alvin, who was focused on the road ahead, seemingly a bit too shy to look at her.
Just as she was about to speak, Alvin suddenly turned his gaze towards her, his beautiful amber eyes unexpectedly locking with her slightly surprised gaze.
