The folk songs in the bar were melodious and pleasing to the ear. His arm brushed past her body, and his low voice had a gorgeous and seductive ending that made her heart tremble.
Her face was a little hot, as if she had a fever.
"You drank alcohol?" Fu Chen lowered his head and stared at the guitar. His chin was almost touching her shoulder, and his breathing was light and slow but very hot.
"No." Song Fengwan lowered her head, her mind a little confused.
"Seeing your face red, I thought you were greedy again." He laughed softly. His voice was very seductive.
Song Fengwan's face became even hotter. His fingers were holding hers, and they were rubbing the thin green veins on the back of her hand. There was a melancholic and romantic feeling in his eyes.
"This…" Song Fengwan's fingers holding the guitar pick became even stiffer.
