There were many things to say, but when they truly met, the words seemed to be blocked in the throat.
The two of them sat together, watching the commotion in the palace and the garden while it was very quiet all around them. There was no one else who came to this secluded place, as if making it a place that only belonged to them.
It was tranquil and peaceful.
Long Qian Xing's eyes lowered and looked at Nan Hua's hand that was placed beside her. The skin was white and recalling the soft feeling when he held her hand back then, Long Qian Xing's hand slowly inched closer.
Slowly, he put his hand on top of Nan Hua's hand.
Nan Hua turned her head, her black obsidian pupils reflected Long Qian Xing's figure beside her. Her eyes were very clear that Long Qian Xing was astonished. It's really beautiful.
Long Qian Xing smiled. "I want to hold your hand."
Nan Hua lowered her head and at this time, Long Qian Xing had already strengthened his grip to hold Nan Hua's hand carefully. He could sense that her hand was truly soft and small, very different from his.
"Okay," Nan Hua replied and then looked away.
Seeing Nan Hua's reaction, Long Qian Xing smiled and held Nan Hua's hand tighter. He didn't know how much Nan Hua was willing to let him get close, so he could only try bit by bit.
Seeing that she didn't reject him holding her hand, he felt happy and kneaded Nan Hua's hand carefully.
Nan Hua's eyes blinked.
She felt that Long Qian Xing truly had a strange hobby. For some reason, he seemed to like holding her hand.
But it didn't feel that bad when he held her hand.
It was warm and comfortable.
Because of that feeling, Nan Hua allowed Long Qian Xing to play around with her hand. Anyway, she would not lose any piece of meat when he was holding her hand.
The two of them fell into another silence.
Long Qian Xing looked at the young woman beside him, his hand still kneading Nan Hua's soft hand. He really wanted to touch Nan Hua's face and pinched her soft cheek. Thinking of the day when she paid a visit to his residence back then, he had pinched her soft cheek playfully.
At that time, he didn't have any thought about her and only felt that she's a cute child. As an adult in child's body, Long Qian Xing really couldn't bring himself to be interested in a young child.
But when Nan Hua grew up, his thoughts began to grow crooked.
'If only we're in more private areas.'
Long Qian Xing glanced at the side regretfully. There were so many people in this banquet, so he couldn't do any outrageous thing.
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