Hotpot restaurant, noisy and bustling, filled with a rich spicy aroma.
The man leaned against the wall, dressed in deep black, a carefree smile in his eyes, like the hot summer wind, making one sweat as it blew past, leaving the body agitated.
Couple's nickname?
Si Qingxiao considered herself not to be introverted, but when he looked over, her heart raced inexplicably. She chuckled at him, "Your brother is still in the private room. We all came out; leaving him alone isn't appropriate."
She intended to pass him and enter the room, but Jiang Chengsi stepped forward, blocking her path.
There remained a narrow gap between his body and the wall; if she squeezed, she might pass, but it would inevitably involve contact.
Si Qingxiao clearly felt her arm brush against the side of his shirt, her shoulder grazing his chest...
So close, so intimate, as if on fire.
Just as she slipped past him, exhaled in relief, ready to return to the room, her arm was grabbed!
