Chapter 1743: Can't We Even Hold Hands?

A Yao looked down at the hand that was pulling his sleeve, and suddenly laughed, then took her hand in his palm.

Qing'er was so focused on introducing him to the awesome equipment in the academy that she didn't realize something was wrong until two seconds later. She stopped and looked down at their clasped hands.

Although A Yao was several years younger than her in age, there was a physical difference between men and women, so even though the boy's hands were fair and beautiful, they were still a pair of men's hands, slender and with distinct joints, and a full circle larger than hers, and he could easily hold her hand completely in his palm.

Qing'er strangely felt that this scene was quite harmonious. When she thought of this, she realized that his palm was so hot that her heart couldn't help but tremble.

"A Yao!" She suddenly blushed, and in order to hide her discomfort, she had to act in a furious manner, "Let go! What are you doing!"

As she said that, she shook it hard.

But it didn't move.

Qing'er stared at him, but saw that the boy in front of him seemed a little hurt: "Sister Qing'er, what's wrong? Can't you hold hands?"

"Of course not!" Qing'er felt that her palms were sweating, and she said angrily, "Let go."

But A Yao was very persistent. He looked at her and his voice was a little hoarse: "Sister Qing'er, do you not like me anymore?"

"...Of course not." Qing'er was a little broken in her heart, and she could only force herself to talk to him, "It's just that we are already adults, it's not appropriate."

"What's wrong with holding hands?" His tone was a little confused, "Do you think it's inappropriate if Jinhan holds your hand?"

Qing'er's face turned red and she was speechless for a while.

"Sister Qing'er, let's go." The boy smiled, obviously in a good mood, "Didn't you say you would take me to see somewhere else?"

Qing'er resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

At this moment, she hated herself for not having a good relationship before. If she was experienced, she would not be blocked by this dead boy every time.

For a moment, she even suspected that the boy did it on purpose, but she quickly denied this idea. Ah Yao is such an honest boy, how could he have such a deep mind?

So, in order not to make him sad, she could only turn around stiffly and spit out a word with hatred: "Go!"

The tall and long-legged boy smiled and easily followed her steps.

Looking at her red earlobes, Ah Yao's eyes dimmed slightly, and he couldn't help but pinch her soft hands - he had been in the military school for several years, and the daily training was very intense, so although he was still young, his fingertips had a thin layer of calluses. In comparison, her hands seemed particularly soft.

However, this action made Qing'er simply angry. She glared at him fiercely: "You hold hands, so hold hands, why are you pinching!"

"Sister Qing'er's hands are very soft." He said seriously.

Qing'er: "..."

This damn boy is not taking advantage of her!

Fortunately, the two of them soon came to another laboratory. Ah Yao curiously asked about the purpose of these equipment and successfully diverted the attention of the woman next to him.

When the two were about to leave, Qing'er almost screamed the moment she turned around.

There were three people standing at the door of the laboratory, all with their eyes wide open.