C2717 Forward provocation

It was Tan Yaoyang's hand, the hands she had wanted to hold more than once.

Now that this hand was right in front of her, she could easily touch it with just a gentle wave of her hand.

While she was still lost in his thoughts, Tan Yaoyang had already bent over and held her hand. He gently pulled her hand, and a low voice resounded in her ear: "It's okay, I'm here."

It's okay, I'm here