"I know that anyone alive can definitely dance."

"...it becomes very fast."

"I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"...Did you control it yourself?"

"I don't have the ability."

The girl's hand felt his body temperature and covered his heart. The intense beating gave her a strong sense of reality.

Song Jiamu really didn't lie to her. He really liked holding hands with her, and his heart was really moved.

There is no need to explain it in words, the fierce heartbeat is the most real emotion, as if it is on the same frequency, her heartbeat speeds up along with his.

This is good. If she is the only one with a fast heartbeat and nervousness, then she should never hold his hand again in the future.

After a while, Yun Shuqian was finally willing to take her hands off his chest.

"I want to touch you too."

"...get out of here."

Just as Song Jiamu's hand was about to reach out, she slapped him away with a series of small slaps.

"Actually, you feel it too, right? You're just as nervous and excited as I am. It's a feeling I've never experienced before."

"...Song Jiamu, will it look weird for us to do this?"

"No, look at us holding hands like this all the way. Everyone seems to think it's normal when they see us. We just treat it as an experience of love. If you don't give it a try, how will you know if you want to fall in love?"

Yun Shuqian thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the same reason. If she was asked to choose someone to try, she would definitely choose Song Zhutou. After all, the two of them are very good now. According to her standards, they are just a couple.

It's okay to hold hands.

She remembered very clearly that starting from the day of departure, Song Jiamu had held her hand for the twenty-sixth time, counting each time he held and let go.

Even if it only lasts for two or three seconds, she still remembers it clearly.

This was the longest time we held hands, and the most intense feeling. It was also the time she didn't resist.

"Just giving it a try," she emphasized.

"Well, try it yourself seriously." Song Jiamu's hand holding hers relaxed, and she could easily withdraw it.

But Yun Shuqian didn't pull his hand back.

After hesitating for a short while, she took the initiative to hold his hand forcefully.

The feelings of active and passive are different.

Song Jiamu only felt that her little hand was exerting force, and it felt like a slippery little crucian carp in his palm. She squeezed his fingers curiously, rubbing her fingertips against his gently, feeling each other.

The friction of fingerprints brought waves of electric shock to my heart.

She took the initiative to close his palms with her palms, feeling the sweat on their palms blending together.

Yun Shuqian's heart was like a deer colliding with each other. The two of them were connected to each other, as if they were firmly attracted by a magnetic field. This was an indescribable experience.

Is this what love is like?

In a strange city, she was actually experiencing love with Song Zhutou!

Anyway, it’s just a small hand-holding, it’s only for a few days anyway, and no one knows anyway...

Anyway, after she goes back, she won't agree to do this again...

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Chapter completed!