Chen Yuan held the milk tea in his left hand and looked at Yan Xiaoxi's hand from time to time.

Yan Xiaoxi is also holding milk tea in her left hand...

No, Yan Xiaoxi is left-handed?

Chen Yuan wanted to hold Yan Xiaoxi's hand. As Chen Xin said, if a man... is bolder, he will do it if he needs to.

"Is there something dirty on my face?" Yan Xiaoxi asked, noticing that Chen Yuan was looking at him from time to time.

"No."

"Then you..." Yan Xiaoxi lowered his head as he spoke.

Chen Yuan also lowered his head, smiled, picked up the milk tea with his right hand, and walked around to Yan Xiaoxi's right.

Yan Xiaoxi was a little nervous, holding the corner of her clothes with her right hand. She had already figured out what Chen Yuan wanted to do, and her face was red.

As they walked, Chen Yuan naturally stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Xiaoxi's palm.

Not to mention Yan Xiaoxi was nervous, Chen Yuan was equally nervous.

The last time I held a girl's hand was many years ago, and I have long forgotten what it felt like.

Yan Xiaoxi's hands were very soft, as if they had no bones. When Chen Yuan grabbed her palm, she didn't say anything about pulling away, she just lowered her head and pretended to be calm.

Chen Yuan secretly looked at Yan Xiaoxi and found a smile on her lips.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yan Xiaoxi shook his head: "Nothing."

The corners of Chen Yuan's mouth turned up unconsciously. Being with the one he liked, even when he was out for a walk, felt particularly wonderful.
Chapter completed!