Zhao Qingge pretended to be asleep again.
This familiar scene made Li Peifeng suddenly feel a bit hot, but a breeze started to blow in his heart.
What kind of breeze?
The spring breeze!
The spring breeze carried scents of blue roses and coffee, gently brushing by, like love softly caressing one's earlobe, sowing the seeds of happiness in the heart.
Just then, they passed a traffic checkpoint, a red light, one hundred and three seconds.
Li Peifeng stepped on the brake, shifted gears, waiting for the red light countdown traffic flow to pass, took this opportunity to steadily and evenly reach out and grasped Zhao Qingge's left hand.
No need to pinch, no need to rub.
Skip the probing step.
Once held, it was ten fingers intertwined!
Zhao Qingge didn't move at all, even slightly cooperating with her left hand.
Li Peifeng became bolder, simply pulling this jade hand slowly into his embrace, holding it like this.
Zhao Qingge remained motionless, still with her eyes closed.
