An Jing was in the living room accepting the vase handed over by the housekeeper, placing the champagne roses inside it. Upon hearing what An Baobei said, An Jing laughed, "You two really don't seem like a couple. What couple acts this distant? You should at least be a bit affectionate, like holding hands or something, to look more like one."
Lu Yimi laughed awkwardly, "We haven't even started dating properly and are already interacting as boyfriend and girlfriend. I'm not used to it yet."
An Baobei hesitated for a moment, then suggested, "How about we hold hands?"
Lu Yimi paused briefly before extending her hand, "Okay, let's hold hands."
So, An Baobei and Lu Yimi interlocked their fingers.
An Jing watched, finding it amusing.
An Baobei curiously asked, "Holding my hand, how does it feel?"
Lu Yimi responded truthfully, "Doesn't feel like anything." Pausing for a second, "If I had to describe it, it's like my left hand holding my right hand."
