"No, to be precise, I like you." He said, while interlocking his fingers with hers even tighter.
Eva Nightingale: So, is this why he's always trying to have little buns with her everywhere?!
At this age, it was her first time interlocking fingers with a man.
He was driving, steering the wheel with one hand, looking incredibly handsome! A thousand times more than those international race car drivers.
His gaze focused ahead, steering with one hand, while holding her tightly with the other, fingers interlocked.
As if afraid of losing her, he held tightly, then paused as if fearing he might hurt her, and loosened his grip a little.
Eva felt a bit parched.
She instinctively pulled her hand back and said, "Mr. President, drive safely... steering with one hand isn't safe, I don't want to be the reason you drive distracted."
After all, his status is extraordinary.
