Little Rich Girl

Yimo hadn't even reacted before his hand was already clasped in hers, and she was leading him through the bustling crowd.

Yimo looked at Tong Muxue's back. For some reason, even though she was wearing an oversized high school uniform, he still felt that she looked a little frail. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to wrap his arms around her from behind.

This inexplicable thought had never appeared in Yimo's mind before.

Even Yimo couldn't understand it, but in the end, it was only a thought. He didn't actually do it.

Unless he had some ulterior motive, he wasn't used to taking the initiative in relationships with women.

Tong Muxue's fingers were delicate and slender.

Her hand wasn't as soft as Qian Baitao's, but it was exceptionally warm, even a little hot.

In the late autumn weather, it felt very comfortable to Yimo.

By now, Yimo had noticed the change in the Game Card. His affection level had risen to 70%.

But he was still far from his first victory condition of reaching an affection level above 90%, so Yimo didn't have much to be happy about.

As for the hand-holding that unlocked the special privilege, it seemed to have triggered automatically.

Yimo also realized that he could activate this privilege himself on the card.

He didn't have to passively accept it; he had the initiative too.

Below that were Wishes 2 through 6, still locked. As the wishes came true, would his interactions with his girlfriend become increasingly intimate?

Honestly, Yimo had actually started to feel a little of the anticipation he got from playing games, wondering which wish he had to fulfill to unlock home plate.

Tong Muxue wasn't the type he disliked.

It was just that, compared to actually having a romance, Yimo cared