She reached out, intending to feel for Lin Zhengran's heartbeat, but he quickly grabbed her hand.
"You just held a chicken cutlet with that hand. You'll get grease all over me."
Han Wenwen met Lin Zhengran's gaze. The Little Fox's delicate hand curled in his grasp. Lin Zhengran loosened his grip, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers deliberately lingered against his palm, slowly sliding up to intertwine with his.
As she did this, she spoke slowly, one word at a time:
"Zhengran, you never let me listen to your heartbeat. Is it because you're afraid I'll discover that your heart races for me, too?"
Her lips brushed against Lin Zhengran's ear.
"I know that deep down, Zhengran, being in a relationship isn't the most important thing to you. You have your own goals.
