Chapter 138: The Happiness of Holding Hands

Later I only felt him holding me in his arms, hearing him speak some words near my ear; I gradually lost consciousness, his words were indistinct, and I couldn't make out what he was saying.

When I woke up the next day, it was very late; I picked up my phone and saw it was already twelve o'clock. There were many missed calls and unread messages on my phone; upon checking, almost all were from Haohua, with a few calls from Huiqing.

"My phone is about to blow up from calls, and I still haven't woken up." I put my phone on the bedside and said.

"I was afraid someone would disturb your sleep, so I silenced it, which is why you didn't wake up." At that moment, Shangguan Yun, who had his eyes closed, opened them and said to me.

"Oh. It's very late, I'm up, and I'm really hungry." I leaned against the headboard and rubbed my stomach as I spoke.

When I tried to get up, I realized I was only wearing a strip of cloth; I glanced at Shangguan Yun, who was using his hand as a pillow and looking at me.

"Me, you go get my clothes." I said softly, blushing.

"I'm not going." Shangguan Yun said with a mischievous smile.

He was definitely doing it on purpose, surely on purpose, certainly on purpose.

"Then you get up first, hurry up." I pulled him, wanting him to go into the bathroom first.

But Shangguan Yun lay there motionless, smirking at me.

I kept pulling, trying to get him up, but when he exerted force, he pulled me and firmly held me in his embrace.

"Let me hug you." Shangguan Yun whispered gently by my ear, his warm breath blowing into my neck, making it itchy…

"But I'm really hungry." I said, pouting and feeling wronged.

Indeed, that trick worked; Shangguan Yun, without a word, got up immediately to fetch my clothes, then went into the bathroom to wash up.

After we finished washing up, Shangguan Yun took my hand and we went downstairs, preparing to get something to eat—I was really starving.

We two held hands; actually I think the sweetest thing between lovers is holding hands, fingers interlaced. I don't think hugging and kissing are more intimate. Although I know even elementary schoolers now disdain holding hands, in my heart I've always believed holding hands is the sweetest, but I've never told anyone—this is just my personal secret, belonging to me alone.