Le Tong smiled and said "thank you" to Luo Yifan, yet she felt an impulse to pull her hand out of Luo Yifan's tight grasp.
Even Le Tong found it strange. She could accept the shoulder-to-shoulder intimacy with someone like Yang Sheng but found it difficult to accept the hand-holding intimacy like Luo Yifan was doing now.
She admitted that in this society, where people could easily sleep with strangers, she was conservatively unwilling. So, several times, she was thankful she had no memory of what happened with Ji Rui that night, otherwise, she didn't know to what extent she would despise and loathe herself.
With someone like Yang Sheng, shoulder-to-shoulder closeness was an expression of brotherly affection, they were good friends, good buddies.
But holding hands with the opposite sex is an intimate act meant for lovers.
She had no experience in love, so aside from being helped while being held by a man, Luo Yifan was the first man to hold her hand palm to palm.
