Ning Xixi's face instantly flushed red.
She stopped moving, Ji Yebai raised an eyebrow, confused, but also stopped, his palm still on her waist, gently caressing it with a strong sense of possession.
Their intimate actions caught the eyes of everyone around.
Qiao Nancheng lowered his eyelids, his expression desolate.
Yan Yichen, acting as if no one else was present, raised a glass of wine and even clinked it with Ji Yemo.
Gong Xiu stood stunned for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh.
Xiao Xichen, dragging Cheng Youran in the corner, whimpered, "Cold dog food being slapped on my face haphazardly!"
Cheng Youran spread his hands, "I've eaten this dog food, do as you please."
"Do you like me?"
The voice, teasing and straddling the line between a boy's and a man's, deep and husky, seemed to tickle right at her heart, causing a light, fluttering itch.
