Song Tan asked directly, but this time, Lun Chuan didn't hesitate any longer. He simply opened his palm, eyes filled with sincerity:
"Do you want to try holding hands first?"
He had been working out for years and kept writing, but starting this year, the calluses on his palm and fingertips gradually softened and disappeared. At this moment, his palm was scorching and his skin fair, actually quite alluring.
If Song Tan hadn't seen his tense expression, she might have thought he was already calm.
In the next moment, she decisively placed her hand on his.
Lun Chuan's warm palm moved slightly, but he soon relaxed, allowing Song Tan's slightly cool fingers to weave into his fingers, turning back and forth.
Then Lun Chuan asked, "You just said... confirming the relationship first gives me a sense of security. Why did you say that?"
Song Tan was curiously turning his hand over, looking at it while pinching his fingers, and turned to look at him when she heard this—
