"That's not very convenient, you better let go."
Ye Xiao felt the scorching heat from his palm, and his slightly hurried breathing; could he be feeling something?
He's driving now, and yet he's thinking about those things. He wants to go to heaven, but she doesn't intend to accompany him there.
"Don't want to let go. If you don't want me to stop by the roadside now, you can try pulling your hand away."
Qiao Si's voice was hoarse and restrained. He knew now wasn't the time to think about those things, but as long as he touched her, he couldn't help but think.
Ye Xiao heard this and dared not pull her hand back, even though she wanted to force it back.
She believed he wasn't joking about this; he could really do something so beastly.
