Shen Que held Jiang Cheng's hand, feeling the stark contrast with his own rough touch, and a blush quickly crept up his neck.
Yet he was somewhat reluctant to let go.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng mischievously moved his fingers.
Shen Que's face turned completely red.
Jiang Cheng thought, he's already my boyfriend, so it's quite reasonable to hold hands a little longer, right?
So they kept holding hands.
The two of them chatted and chatted again.
Jiang Cheng discovered that Shen Que was really outstanding.
From his conversation, Jiang Cheng learned that Shen Que had self-taught a lot of mechanical knowledge.
The conversation went on until after eleven at night, and both of their stomachs started growling.
Shen Que quickly stood up, looked at Jiang Cheng, and asked:
"Shall we eat roasted potatoes?"
Jiang Cheng nodded.
The two of them sat in front of the stove pit, lit a fire with tree branches, each guarding one side, warming their hands while continuing to chat.
