Her skin was as smooth as fine mutton-fat white jade.
But mutton-fat white jade has no warmth or softness.
Her little hands were warm and soft; when she touched his fingers and intertwined them, her entire hand nested in his palm.
Tiny and delicate.
Much to his liking and affection.
Hearing her low laughter in his chest, his mood improved significantly.
"What are you laughing at?"
His voice was filled with laziness.
Mù Qiānxún laughed softly, "Nothing, it's just ticklish when you hold my hand."
At times like this, Ou Zun ought to be reflective.
But he showed no sign of self-criticism.
"Mmm... get used to it slowly, it'll be better later."
In truth, Ou Zun used to detest women touching him, even an extra second of their gaze on him would irritate him.
Because he didn't like it, it would annoy him.
But Mù Qiānxún was different; he wished her eyes were on him every moment of the day, twenty-eight hours non-stop.
