"Why are you holding my hand and not letting go?"
Xiao Qian asked, head down, her face blushing crimson, not daring to glance at Jiang Xiaobai.
"That's a strange question. I remember you were the one who held my hand first. How did it become me holding yours?" Jiang Xiaobai responded.
Xiao Qian said, "I was pulling you away. What's there to talk about with that little girl we don't know? It's so late, we should go home and sleep!"
Jiang Xiaobai replied, "Really? Then why do I smell the strong scent of jealousy?"
Xiao Qian shook off his hand forcefully and walked quickly ahead. Jiang Xiaobai followed leisurely behind.
Back at home, Xiao Qian went to her room. Jiang Xiaobai, feeling quite tired himself, took a shower and went straight to bed.
The next morning, when he woke up, Xiao Qian had already gone to work. She left a note saying breakfast was ready, and he could eat once awake.
