Just after leaving Sifang City, the cold wind outside blew over, making Qin Miaomiao shiver. Lu Qing pulled her into his arms. Little Sixth drove the car and stopped in front of them. It wasn't until they got inside that it felt somewhat warmer.
However, Qin Miaomiao's hand, placed around his waist, didn't move away. Instead, it slipped inside his clothes, pressing directly against his skin.
She felt so comfortable that she wanted to whistle.
"Did you have fun tonight?"
"I had fun! Your friends are all quite amusing."
Especially since she got to meet her idol—cue confetti and heart fingers.
He held her shoulder with one arm, resting his head on top of hers, speaking indifferently:
"You're quite partial to Song San."
What? Was it that obvious?
