When the slightly cool, fair hand touched his forehead, Lu Jingang froze for a moment, feeling an inexplicable twinge in his heart. After listening to her words, his thin lips pressed together lightly, he raised his hand to grip her wrist and gently lowered it, yet he showed no intention of letting go. Glancing at the surrounding passersby, he hoarsely asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to pick you up." Mu Lezhu looked at his somewhat pale, bloodless handsome face, not really minding that he was holding her wrist, and replied almost instinctively.
Hearing this, Lu Jingang's eyes narrowed a bit, gathering a light, "Pick me up… for what?"
