Zhang Jingdong held onto Lin Shuwan's hand and never let go.
But he didn't push his luck any further, as he could sense that this was as intimate as Lin Shuwan was comfortable with for now.
However, Zhang Jingdong was quite experienced, and even with just holding hands, he had many ways to take it a step further.
For example, curling a finger, or tapping her palm.
At first, Lin Shuwan could handle it, but when Zhang Jingdong started drawing circles on her palm, she finally couldn't take it anymore.
She glared at Zhang Jingdong resentfully and whispered, "Just focus on driving!"
Zhang Jingdong smirked, "Don't worry, I'm a great driver!"
Lin Shuwan seemed to pick up on the teasing tone in Zhang Jingdong's words, her eyes flashing with a hint of bashful annoyance.
Zhang Jingdong chuckled at once, "What, you don't believe me? Alright, just watch…"
With that, he performed an extreme turn with one hand.
