Dragons have high body temperatures, and their fingers are warm, too.
When their fingertips touched, Jiang Youchen's body clearly stiffened.
Being this close, Jiang Qingli could clearly see his long, lowered eyelashes tremble.
Her initial feeling of being touched turned into a slight unease.
'Why isn't he saying anything? What's with that expression?'
'Does he think I'm too childish?'
Jiang Qingli thought about it and felt a little childish herself, so she tried to pull her hand back.
But just as her fingers created a little distance, her hand was caught in his. A familiar warmth enveloped the back of her hand and fingers.
He squeezed gently, but he didn't lock their fingers together, just held her hand loosely.
It was like holding a butterfly—if he held too tight, he was afraid he'd crush it, but if he held too loose, he was afraid it would fly away.
Jiang Youchen didn't look at her, only saying in a deep voice, "Let's go."
