The presence of the hand on the waist was impossible to ignore.
But Xu Ling'an knew if she wanted to break free, Jiang Lingxu wouldn't forcefully hold her there.
However, at the moment she locked eyes with Jiang Lingxu, she froze.
For the first time in her life, she felt her thoughts spiraling out of control, drifting and entwining, finally exploding like splendid fireworks in her mind.
After Jiang Lingxu finished saying the words that had hidden in his heart for a long time, he appeared calm on the surface, but his heart raced to his throat.
His gaze was fixedly on Xu Ling'an's reaction, like a prisoner awaiting the final verdict.
Not being pushed away immediately, he felt secretly delighted.
But he didn't become anxious, even though every moment was torture for him.
After half a minute had passed, he discreetly pulled the wrist of the person in front of him closer, finally placing Xu Ling'an's hand on his face, "Is it okay, An'an?"
