After a brief moment of surprise, Xu Lei and Jingchun remained outwardly calm.
Because they were both intelligent people and understood what Zhao Xin meant.
After all, if they didn't hold hands today, Chun Ying definitely wouldn't be convinced.
Besides, it was just holding hands. It didn't seem like a big deal.
It wasn't like they would lose anything by it.
And Zhao Xin was making it clear that she didn't mind.
Of course, Xu Lei and Jingchun still exchanged an involuntary glance.
Jingchun's palm felt soft and boneless, incredibly supple to the touch.
Despite her fuller, more voluptuous figure and a frame that appeared larger than Zhao Xin's, her hand wasn't tough at all.
On the contrary, it felt very delicate and soft.
Feeling the warmth from Xu Lei's palm, Jingchun couldn't help but blush, the color rising to her pretty face and even tingeing her earlobes a faint pink. She unconsciously lowered her head in shyness.
And this subconscious, genuine, shy reaction of hers...
