Suddenly, a third person appeared.
The two turned around fiercely and saw the apologetic expression of that waiter.
Yan Zhiqing came back to her senses. She had been in Wei Wucai's arms all this time.
She did not feel it before, but now, she felt that her lower back was burning.
It was because Wei Wucai's palm was sticking to her lower back.
The heat from his palm passed through her shirt to her skin.
Yan Zhiqing's expression changed, and she stepped back immediately.
But Wei Wucai seemed to have forgotten about this. His hand was on her lower back, with his arm around her.
Even if Wei Wucai seemed like he was unconsciously doing it, Yan Zhiqing still could not get out.
His arms were like iron right now, hard and strong.
Yan Zhiqing's eyes twitched. She realized that because his arm was around her waist, the two of them were extremely close, and her hands were holding on to his body too.
