129 I Am Completely Stuck in the Palm of Your Hand (1/2)
Lu Man could not help but reprimand herself. Since she did not agree to Han Zhuoli's advances and appeared so indifferent, she should not be entertaining such thoughts.
Even she looked down on herself.
She struggled to suppress her disappointment, telling herself that since she had made a choice, she should not regret it.
Being afraid of getting hurt, yet reluctant to let go, was something she should not do.
After much effort, she finally cooled her head. Yet, Han Zhuoli suddenly held onto her hand.
Compared to his, her hand appeared even smaller.
Her entire palm was almost enclosed within his. The heat from his palm sealed off the cool wind in this autumn night, making Lu Man feel warmer than she had ever felt.
Han Zhuoli lowered his hand. His hand was as pale as jade. Each finger was distinct and long. They were beautiful.
Perhaps many women, no matter how pretty they were, once they were to compare their hands with his, he would win them hands down.
Weibo [1. China's equivalent of Twitter] once had a craze over Han Zhuoli's hands. Whenever Han Zhouli attended the promotional ceremony of movies produced by Han Media Company and held the microphone to talk, netizens would zoom in and take photos of his hand.
Eventually, it made a ton of female netizens drool over those pictures.
Yet, Lu Man's hand did not seem to lose out in comparison to his.
Her skin was even fairer than his. Each finger was thin and soft and as white as snow.
She had not put any nail polish. Her nails were trimmed neatly, each nail forming beautiful little crescents at the tip of the finger. They were more beautiful that of a hand model.
As Han Zhuoli held onto her hand, he felt that her hand was so soft that she did not seem to have any bones.
Lu Man could not help but look at Han Zhuoli. She thought that he would ignore her.
”I'll send you to the hospital first,” Han Zhuoli explained.
Lu Man cursed at him mentally. If that were the case, why did he insist on dragging her out just now?
When they reached the entrance of the hospital, Lu Man was just about to enter, yet she was held back Han Zhuoli once again.
When Lu Man met his eyes, Han Zhouli said resignedly, ”You're just going to leave without even sparing me a glance?”