Throughout the journey, Sheng Shi's hand remained clasped with Gu Lanshan's, never letting go. Gu Lanshan didn't know if she was experiencing some problem; she had held hands with Sheng Shi countless times before.
Yet, it had never been like this time, where she felt a current constantly running from his palm into hers, surging through her veins and striking the very core of her tender heart.
Gu Lanshan watched Sheng Shi's profile blankly. When he wasn't angry or furious, he seemed to possess a unique "Taste" that she couldn't quite describe. However, she knew it was an innate aristocratic charm that exuded from his very bones.
His expression was light and measured, just right. Any more would seem too eager, any less would seem detached.
Gu Lanshan knew that this self-possession was the result of the upbringing of a young master from a great household.
