At this time, I was afraid of being distracted.
"No, don't take it off, Yu Mo, Yu Mo just looks like this..."
Jiang Si didn't mind, just handed his hand over.
Little Yu Mo held Jiang Si's hand, and although Jiang Si didn't exert any force, she always felt it was heavy.
The Sect Leader's hands were full of calluses, and if you rub them lightly, it feels like getting abrasions.
The Sect Leader's hand wasn't much bigger than hers, but each time it could perfectly wrap around Yu Mo's palm, giving her an unparalleled sense of safety and happiness.
Just like a father.
Small fingers explored that stone-like palm, and the rough hands, honed like steel, formed a sharp contrast with Yu Mo's tender skin.
Of course, Yu Mo had touched the Sect Leader's hand many times before. In the sect, during practice, when she lost, and cried softly on the ground in frustration, the Sect Leader would come over and pull her up.
