The two of them were so close to each other. Song Fengwan held her breath, afraid that her breath would accidentally fall on his face.
The surroundings were very dark, and she couldn't even see Fu Chen's face clearly. She only felt the hand on her waist becoming increasingly hot, and her head started to feel dizzy.
The two people on the other side were still whispering and flirting, and they occasionally made sounds that made one's face turn red and heart race.
"Let's hurry up. You still have to go back for dinner later. Don't make them wait for you." Jiang Fengya's voice was coy.
"Even at this time, you're still being considerate to me…"
The two of them cuddled for a while before Song Fengwan heard the sound of footsteps leaving.
Fu Chen tightened his grip slightly and moved her half an inch to the side so that they leaned against each other in a more natural posture.
