But Zhao Qingge only showed a hint of anger, not severity: "Take your hand away!"
Your love has been rejected!
Seeing Zhao Qingge's resolute attitude, Li Peifeng could only awkwardly retract his hand.
After all, maybe touching someone's leg in a cinema was seen by Zhao Qingge as crossing the line, especially with other classmates around.
Li someone learned his lesson and no longer focused on the lower body, but instead put his arm around Zhao Qingge's shoulder, trying to encourage her to lean on him.
But Zhao Qingge's upper body was solid, not even tilting slightly!
As they say; if the mountain won't come to me, I will go to the mountain.
Seeing his plan to have Zhao Qingge lean on his shoulder fail, Li Peifeng accepted it and slowly leaned his head toward Zhao Qingge's shoulder, keeping an eye on the heads of the audience below.
"Ahem!"
Zhao Qingge coughed lightly, moving her body to the other side to avoid him.
"No kissing, just leaning."
