Shu Ya was unambiguous and directly lay on Yang Ming's back. There was no hint of avoiding suspicion that men and women should have.
Yang Ming gently lifted Shu Ya's buttocks and held her steady. Looking at the empty corridor, Yang Ming couldn't help but wonder, "When you go back to the lounge, it seems that you don't need to go through this corridor."
This corridor was just a dedicated staff passageway from the VIP seats to the backstage. Usually, there were very few people here with only people guarding at the doorways on both sides. If it weren't for Yang Ming's relationship with the organizers, they wouldn't be able to go straight through this passageway.
But when Shu Ya came here, it seemed a bit awkward and strange.
"I... came from the stage to the backstage. I found a lot of reporters. I didn't dare to go that way, so I directly walked into this passageway. I didn't expect to sprain my leg!" Shu Ya explained.
