Lin Jiao had seen the stills of the Joker and Harley Quinn in Suicide Squad and did not think there was a problem with holding his waist.
She held out her left hand. "And?"
Pei Zhi lowered his eyes to look at the hand around his waist, his heart beating wildly.
"Brother Pei, hold the back of her head." The voice from behind the camera pulled him back from his thoughts.
Pei Zhi placed his palm on the back of Lin Jiao's head. There was a soft touch under his skin, but it was like an electric current running through his heart.
"Why are you two so far away?" Chu Yuzhou wanted them to interact more intimately. "It's not like we don't know each other."
Lin Jiao did not argue. She took a step forward and met Pei Zhi's gaze.
She was so close that her breathing became rapid.
At this moment, his eyes were like mellow wine. The moment his eyelashes fluttered, the fragrance of wine spread and brushed past every inch of her skin.
