Qi Chengzhi was still holding Song Yu's hands, even once they were in the car. He placed her hand on his thigh. Beneath the fabric of his long pants were his supple muscles.
Her palm was warm from the forceful, surging heat of his thigh, and his broad palm.
From time to time, he would rub the center of her palm. Song Yu felt ticklish, but she neither dared let out a sound nor move a single muscle. She held it all in because she was afraid that he would say all kinds of lewd and suggestive things.
Recalling Yu Keyao's sudden change of expression earlier, she asked him, "When did you come into the café?"
Qi Chengzhi glanced at her with a deadpan expression, making Song Yu feel even more curious.
How much of their conversation did he hear for him to have such an unnatural reaction?
"Tell me!" she urged, pinching his thigh. Her fingers did not find purchase, as his thigh was lean and firm. The most she could manage was a gentle press.
