In the stillness of the night, Jiang Feng sat beside Nangong Qingcheng, patiently accompanying her in watching a horror film.
This kind of activity, which would seem routine to any normal couple, was a first for the two of them, feeling both strange and warm.
As Nangong Qingcheng herself had said, she could easily get absorbed into such movies, so she soon shrank back, her delicate body tense.
That rare adorable appearance stirred a strong protective instinct in Jiang Feng.
Just as Jiang Feng was considering whether to offer a reliable shoulder, Nangong Qingcheng had already made her choice, gently reaching out her fair little hand to grab Jiang Feng's arm.
This was definitely an unconscious move by Nangong Qingcheng; purely out of fear and seeking support, her eyes never leaving the TV.
But Jiang Feng felt this moment came so suddenly. He hesitated slightly and then held Nangong Qingcheng's little hand in return.
