At this time, the man had one hand on the wall, almost half-encircling her in his arms. The heat of his body spread to her body through the thin shirt. Jing Tong felt more and more breathless, and subconsciously looked away.
Jiang Yu stared at her blushing face and suddenly smiled. He took down the guitar hanging on the wall, put it in front of him, and strummed it twice as if it were a serious matter.
The guitar was very small and had a child-like shape. It was really out of place for a tall man to hold it.
"What are you doing?" Jing Tong was startled.
"Let's try it out." He looked calm. I haven't touched it for a long time indeed.
Looking at the man's serious face as he played with that overly small guitar, Jing Tong almost burst out laughing.
I've said it before. It's not impossible for you to play for me, but you have to practice first. Don't poison Qianqian. before Jing Tong could finish, the man actually played a smooth melody.
