However, as soon as she turned around, her wrist was forcefully grasped by a burning hot, large palm.
"Mr. He!" she exclaimed in panic with a glance at him.
The man slightly lifted his eyes, his dark gaze deep yet indifferent, as if she were truly a stranger to him.
"Miss Gu, are you here to see the house?" he suddenly laughed, as if his previous indifference had been merely her misconception.
Zhixi nodded somewhat dispiritedly, "...This place isn't good, I plan to find somewhere else."
"May I recommend a place for Miss Gu?" his voice was deep and gentle, and his right hand slowly moved down to hold hers, even interlocking their fingers, "You'll definitely like it."
The sensation from the fingertips was burning yet tingling... She bit her lip hard as a layer of mist seemed to have formed in her eyes unknowingly.
This way of holding hands suddenly reminded her of the day they had met.
"Mr. He, please don't do this..." she pleaded as she looked at their intertwined hands.
