After Zhang Xin confirmed her thoughts, she tried to withdraw her hand, only to have it caught by a warm, large hand.
The hand was big, with a dry palm. When it grasped hers, it could easily cover her hand.
Zhang Xin did not pull back her hand. She paused for a moment, lightly sliding her thumb twice, with her long nails gently scraping. The strong and powerful hand suddenly tightened, squeezing her so it hurt a bit, then released her immediately.
Zhang Xin retrieved her hand, looked down at her slender fingers, pursed her lips, and smiled.
The car soon arrived at a somewhat remote-looking neighborhood, where the riverside could be vaguely seen across the street.
Qu Chaozong paid the fare and got out of the car.
Zhang Xin hurriedly caught up with him.
Qu Chaozong walked forward leisurely, with Zhang Xin following behind, observing the surroundings as she went.
