Sheng Qianxia was startled and quickly said, "You, drive properly!"
With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding her hand, Gong Beiyao asked, "Isn't my driving good enough?"
"Driving like this is too dangerous!"
"Want to try something even more dangerous?"
"Gong Beiyao, can you be serious for a moment?"
"Hmm," answered Gong Beiyao indifferently, but his right hand still held onto her left hand in the passenger seat.
There was no denying his excellent driving skills, yet she still felt a moment of trepidation. However, the way he was holding her hand inexplicably gave her a sense of security.
Strange emotions rippled in her heart, about him, about Qingxue, about the past, and about the present.
How could she continue to hold his hand and walk into a farther and more distant future?
She hadn't even had time to think about tomorrow.
But such possession was already the luckiest thing in her life.
