"Jiang Lin... is this what liking someone feels like?"
Tian Fang's small hand rested on the back of Jiang Lin's hand, that delicate, boneless hand trembling slightly.
That gentle grip seemed to have used up all the strength she had in her entire life...
It was even more like a kitten stretching out its soft little paw and placing it on its master's hand, testing whether he disliked her.
But...
Looking at the tenderness overflowing from her eyes, feeling the faint tremor and warm temperature in her palm, how could Jiang Lin possibly dislike her?
Forget disliking her—Jiang Lin felt that his heart was about to be stolen away by her!
This innate bewitching art was countless times more formidable than Shui Chan's.
Especially the contrast between her icy aloofness on the battlefield and her current bashful delicacy—it made his heart tremble even more...
Besides, the liking Tian Fang spoke of...
If this wasn't liking, then what was?
"It should... it should be right..."
Jiang Lin clasped her little hand in return, tightly enclosing that delicate, boneless hand in his palm as he spoke with his old face flushed red.
As he held her tender, smooth little hand, Jiang Lin also felt guilty inside. After all, he had more or less deceived her into marriage...
But Jiang Lin simply couldn't bear to let go...
"Damn! I really am a terrible person, aren't I..." Jiang Lin cursed himself inwardly, but the strength of his grip didn't lessen in the slightest!
As Tian Fang's little hand was kneaded and toyed with by Jiang Lin, she merely lowered her head shyly.
It was the first time a man had held her little hand like this, the first time it had been played with like this, yet Tian Fang found that she didn't dislike