When Song Fengwan saw Fu Chen bending down and lowering his head, she gestured with her hand. "This height is just right."
Her fingers unintentionally slid across the top of his head while indicating their height difference.
Fu Chen's gaze was deep as he reached out and gently held her restless hand…
"What height is just right?" His voice was lower and contained a hint of amusement.
Song Fengwan's vision was a little blurry. She could feel him smiling.
Due to the alcohol, her vision started blurring again, and her eyes felt dry and hot.
"… Uh, just…" Song Fengwan's consciousness was fading, and she wasn't sure what she wanted to say.
Fu Chen lowered his eyes and smiled dotingly.
He wanted to hug her, but he felt that it wasn't appropriate.
He sighed and reached out to stroke the top of her head. He took her hand and led her to the private room. "Let's go back."
