Watching Li Chuan holding her hand and running wildly, Jiang Qingru was first stunned, then a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, letting him hold her hand without resistance.
Soon, Jiang Qingru was pulled by Li Chuan to the foot of Nine-Headed Mountain.
Li Chuan's hand was already slightly sweaty, but Jiang Qingru did not pull hers away, so he had no intention of letting go.
At this moment, there was a hint of sweetness in Li Chuan's heart.
At the foot of Nine-Headed Mountain, a green path corridor had been set up. Although it was not yet officially developed, it had become a great place for many couples from Jiangzhou City to date.
Although it was late at night, there were still pairs of young folks holding hands, hugging each other, or kissing.
Jiang Qingru's face turned red, "Now... can you let go of my hand?"
Li Chuan chuckled, "Your hand feels too good now, I can't bear to let go."
Saying that, he reluctantly released Jiang Qingru's hand.
