Don't want to be touched?
Huo Qi's lips moved slightly, wanting to speak but stopping short.
Should he say he wanted it, or not?
Regardless, he felt somewhat embarrassed, his other hand lightly clenched, and he gave a soft cough, murmuring:
"Didn't say I didn't want to."
Saying this, the clenched hand relaxed slightly.
The movie played a warm romantic scene, and everyone was engrossed, captivated by the story, paying no attention to this moment.
If it weren't for the hand resting on the back of his neck, fingers gently massaging it, his attention might have been drawn to the film sooner.
But now, it was impossible to focus.
...
Actually, sometimes, the feelings between the two of them seemed more platonic.
Especially for Xiao Yixing.
He mostly focused on scientific research, viewing other matters more lightly, perhaps because he hadn't tried, or perhaps because he wasn't interested; in any case, it fell outside his realm of knowledge.
