Chu Yao felt a flash of resentment, her lips unconsciously forming a slight pout. Paired with her coquettish, reproachful gaze, the sight made Lu Xize's heart stir.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the restless flutter in his chest.
His hand on the table shot out, quickly and precisely enveloping Chu Yao's.
Startled, Chu Yao instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but he tightened his grip. It wasn't forceful, yet it was firm enough that she couldn't struggle free in the slightest.
Chu Yao subconsciously glanced down. Beneath the tablecloth, their hands were silently overlapping.
Lu Xize's hand completely covered hers. Chu Yao could only see a tiny sliver of her own skin peeking out from the side.
Lu Xize was very fair, and so was she. Yet with their hands overlapping now, the subtle difference in skin tone between a man and a woman was still clear.
