On the way back to the hotel, Jiang Linyuan and Lin Yilin walked hand in hand through the brightly lit shopping street.
They could feel the warmth of each other's little fingers and instinctively hooked them tighter, as though they were making a pinky promise.
This way of holding hands made it even harder to let go. Even if one of them wanted to release their grip, if the other refused to let go, their fingers would remain tightly hooked together.
Speaking of Xiao Yilin's fingers, they were simply impossible not to love—smooth, tender, and fair, long yet plump. With the slightest hook, they felt like delicate pastries resting against his hand.
If he used too much force, he feared he might crush those hands. But if he loosened his grip by even a fraction, he would not be able to fully savor that soft touch.
Better to go without meat than to live without hands.
"Senior, do you think I'm a bad person?"
Lin Yilin suddenly turned her head and asked.
"How could you be?"
Jiang Linyuan said.
The worst one was himself.
After taking two more steps, she asked again:
"Then is Senior Sister Su a bad person?"
"Why are you suddenly asking that?"
"I'm curious! Hurry up and answer me!"
Lin Yilin shook the finger hooked around Jiang Linyuan's, urging him on.
"The answer is still the same."
Jiang Linyuan looked at her.
"How could she be?"
"Senior Sister Su isn't here right now. I'd be happy if you secretly said something bad about her."
Lin Yilin lifted her eyes and stared at him.
"Fine, then."
Jiang Linyuan sighed and said:
"Little Su may be clever and mischievous, but she doesn't have Xiao Yilin's innocent romance."
"Little Su's charming smile catches my eye and makes me fall