"..."

My heart almost burst out laughing.

She put her hands in front of Xie Yan, with little smiles in her eyes. She held back her laughter and said, "Who asked you to continue taking off your clothes? I asked you to hold my hands and keep me warm."

"oh!"

Xie Yan breathed a sigh of relief and held her hands with both hands.

My heart's hands are very beautiful, and you can tell at a glance that they are pampered and have no fingers to touch.

Her hands were delicate and soft. Her fingertips were slender and as white as jade. The skin on the back of her hands was so delicate that no pores could be seen. She had a manicure, and her nails were trimmed into beautiful arc shapes and dyed with bright red nail polish. She was older than her.

The red skirt complements each other perfectly and exudes sophistication everywhere.

They are more beautiful than the hands of the hand model in the diamond ring advertisement.

Xie Yan silently looked at his hands again.

When he was a child, he worked as a farmer, and when he grew up, he held pens. His hands were covered with a thin layer of calluses, and when they were held together with hers, he was worried that the calluses on his hands would scratch her.
Chapter completed!