"Beautiful, smart and funny. The entire package, aren't you?"
The words continued to reverberate in Su Liqin's head as he sat in the car. He looked at the profile of the person who was sitting next to him, he looked really good. His eyes trailed down his body, down to his hands that were resting on the car divider. He moved a little closer and his hands itched and he moved it slowly, feeling the other's gaze on him, he froze like a deer caught in a headlight.
Before he could retract his hand, his husband held it. Four fingers wrapped around Su Liqin's hand from the crook between his thumb and index finger, reaching into the centre of his palm, while his thumb lay against the knuckle of his small finger. Su Liqin's powerful mental energy was completely focused on his left hand and the hand holding it. It was big and warm.
Is the pace too fast, too slow or just right?