Hidden from Qin Zhonghui's view, Shen Yi reached out and firmly gripped Qin Jiao's hand, lending her both support and a sense of steady protection.
Qin Jiao instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Shen Yi's grip was too tight.
Just like that, her hand was pinned against his thigh.
Qin Zhonghui was concentrating on driving. The road was muddy and difficult to navigate, after all, so he had to focus.
Only Xiao Shi, nestled in her father's arms, turned her head to say, "Sis, what's wrong? Your ears are all red."
Qin Jiao didn't dare to look at Shen Yi, nor could she pull her hand away. The skin where their palms were pressed together grew increasingly hot.
It was clearly winter, and the tricycle's windows weren't sealed properly, letting in a draft as they moved, yet Qin Jiao felt an inexplicable heat.
