For some inexplicable reason, Yuan Yumeng glanced at the man sitting rigidly in the main seat and then at Lin Zheng, who was next to him, trying all sorts of ways to flirt with him. Does Lin Zheng think he understands him just because he's also a man?
Do they really need to sit so close to each other? It's one thing for Lin Zheng, but why doesn't Huo Junting hold back either?
Doesn't he know there's a creature in the world called "gay"?
Lin Zheng, seeing that Huo Junting really let his guard down around him, became increasingly bold, even reaching out to touch his hand, "Bro, your hands are so nice. How do you take care of them usually? Wow, your skin is so smooth!"
Yuan Yumeng: "..."
—— Lin Zheng, let go of his hand, or I'll chop it off!
At the same time, she also noticed Huo Junting's hands, slender and well-defined, looking both nice and strong. By comparison, Lin Zheng's hands seemed to highlight an undeniable sense of powerful beauty in his.
