Lu Meng's eyes lit up, and he eagerly stretched out his hand, saying one word: "Hold." That yearning look seemed as if he couldn't wait to grab hold of Jiaojiao's hand.
But Jiaojiao, recalling the panic she felt earlier, dared not act so boldly at once. After some thought, she reached out her hand, well, only extended one finger, resting it on the back of his hand.
At the moment their skin touched, Jiaojiao felt her heartbeat begin to accelerate, faster and faster, as if reaching the unbearable rate it had before. A hand extended from behind her, clasping her hand.
Jiaojiao turned back in surprise, meeting Lu Xian's worried eyes.
"Brother Xian?"
Lu Xian quickly released her hand, walked up to Lu Meng, and picked him up, his voice somewhat cold: "Why running around?"
Lu Meng, being held, did not cooperate, feeling angry—they were just about to hold hands like everyone else! Why intervene!!!
Lu Meng puffed his cheeks, remained silent, and glared at Lu Xian angrily.
