All eyes were on them, but Jiang Qingli had no time to care.
The warmth of his body against hers made her mind go blank for a moment.
Unlike the faint, bitter scent of medicine that always clung to Yuan Shimo, Yuan Shiyao's embrace was clean and refreshing, unique to a young man—like sea salt ice cream under the hot summer sun.
Beneath her palm, the heartbeat in his chest was as strong as a drum.
His scorching body heat and the emotions swirling in his turquoise eyes made her heart feel as if it were being gently caressed through a thin veil of silk, a faint tickle that made it impossible to meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry! Miss, I'm so sorry!"
After a few seconds of shock, the waiter didn't dare delay, bowing repeatedly in apology.
Someone grabbed Jiang Qingli's hand. Gu Nian had stood up, holding her hand and asking worriedly, "I'm sorry, Sister. It was my fault. Did it hurt? Let me see…"
As he spoke, he rubbed the shoulder Jiang Qingli had just bumped.
