Ran Yan's hand, warm and slightly sweaty, was completely enveloped by his, causing a tremor at the bottom of her heart; she quickly withdrew her hand and pursed her lips as she looked at Xiao Song's slender and strong hand.
"Miss Seventeen, this action of yours, is..." Xiao Song's heart clenched, feeling that he would never be more nervous in his life than at this moment.
Ran Yan reached out again to touch his wrist, then silently withdrew her hand after a moment. Xiao Song watched quietly, letting her do as she wished.
"One hundred and forty beats per minute." Ran Yan muttered softly, then touched her own wrist, feeling as though her heartbeat had also sped up for a while. She concluded, "It seems I don't dislike it, although I am a bit nervous, but I'm not sure if it's because it's my first time holding a living man's hand."
Xiao Song was stunned for a moment. What kind of explanation was that?
