"Can you keep holding my hand?"
Leng Bingqing's words drifted slowly beside Jiang Lin's ear. Jiang Lin blinked, somewhat dazed...
Looking at the fair palm illuminated by the red candlelight, Jiang Lin did not know for a moment whether he should take it.
Indeed, Leng Bingqing felt somewhat strange tonight.
Could it be that my handsome face has conquered Leng Bingqing, and this girl has accidentally fallen in love with me?
But how was that possible?
How could a girl whose heart held only the sword so easily come to like someone?
So should he hold her hand or not?
After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Lin finally reached out and gently clasped her palm.
Putting aside the saying that refusing to take advantage of an opportunity made one a fool—
if he truly refused, the system certainly would not let him off either. After all, as a "bootlicker," how could he refuse the Goddess's request?
He would definitely receive a yellow-card warning.
If he got another yellow card, his mission would fail! Then everything he had done before would go to waste.
The moment Jiang Lin held Leng Bingqing's hand, his heart began beating rapidly.
It was not because he was shy, but because he was somewhat nervous. He had a vague feeling that something was about to happen...
Leng Bingqing stared blankly at the hand Jiang Lin was holding, her clear eyes blinking again and again.
Looking at Leng Bingqing's vacant eyes, those limpid pupils made Jiang Lin, who had originally been "teasing her for the sake of the mission," feel guilty. His palm even seemed to be sweating.
"We... we should go for a stroll... I heard there's a Great Banyan Tree on the Reed Flying Ship where people can make wishes. Apparently, it's quite effective."
Jiang