The young man's skin was smooth to the touch. The moment her fingertip grazed it, his muscles tensed, revealing well-defined abs.
'Is—is this something that should be happening in public?!'
Jiang Qingli's ears grew hot, and her mind was suddenly flooded with scenes from the manga Lin Xiyue had recommended to her.
Acting on a 'might as well' principle, she gave his abs a quick feel before snatching her hand back. Leaning close, she whispered in Yuan Shimo's ear, "We're in a movie theater..."
"Sorry." Yuan Shimo pursed his thin lips. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
As he spoke, he took Jiang Qingli's hand and tucked it into his jacket pocket. Then, mimicking her previous action, he leaned close to her ear. "Is this okay?"
The young man's breath was light, his lips brushing against her earlobe as if by accident, making the tip of her ear burn.
