When the two of them were together, they didn't seem to talk about anything interesting, but just felt really good.
Damian suddenly let out a low laugh.
Bella looked at him, "Damian, why are you laughing?"
"Bella, you looked so silly just now." Damian glanced at the road ahead, then distractedly pinched Bella's neck.
"Ah!" Bella's neck was particularly ticklish, and she shrunk into a ball from his pinch, "Damian, you're driving, don't mess around."
Damian retracted his hand, looked at her blushing little face, and was in an exceedingly good mood.
Bella pouted and glared at him, but even as she glared, she couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.
She reached out and placed her hand beside his leg.
Damian let go of one hand to hold hers, their fingers interlocking, the warmth in their palms transferring between them, reaching deep into their hearts.
Unconsciously, he tightened his grip a little, holding her hand even more tightly.
