In the elevator, Tan Yanli raised their clasped hands and, raising an eyebrow, said to Lin Runjie, "Runjie, one day you'll also stop holding my hand like that neighbor's husband, right? Will you find it as boring as holding your left hand with your right hand?"
Even though he was gripping her hand tightly now, it was just because they were still in the "honeymoon phase," wasn't it? What about when time goes by?
"How could that be?"
Lin Runjie laughed, squeezed her little hand, and replied, "As long as you don't let go of my hand, I'm willing to hold your hand until we grow old!"
Tan Yanli loved hearing this, and she turned her head to look at the elevator numbers, secretly smiling.
"Yanli, if you want to laugh, just laugh out loud, why hide it?"
Lin Runjie leaned close to Tan Yanli's ear, blowing lightly, making her ear roots instantly turn red, with the tiny hairs on her ears standing upright.
