The man's hands came over to wrap around her waist, and he directly buried his face in her stomach. His hair was very short and rough, and the stubble poked through her clothes, making her feel itchy and uncomfortable.
But compared to the physical discomfort, the mental unease made Le Tong even more at a loss.
Her mind went blank for a moment, her hands hanging by her sides. After freezing for a few seconds, she slowly lifted her hands and gently wrapped them around his broad shoulders.
This man could indeed be awkward at times, but the fact that he could openly admit his own awkwardness surprised Le Tong.
It was even more surprising to Le Tong that he would show vulnerability like he was doing now.
"Le Tong..." The man's muffled voice came from the direction of her stomach.
"Hmm?!"
"Actually, I really envy Baobao..." The man's voice carried a bit of helplessness.
