Her hands were still open, so stiff that she didn't know where to put them.
Ah Luo suddenly laughed. He grabbed her hands and let her wrap her arms around his waist. Qing 'er's eyes widened.
"Sister Qing 'er, this is a complete hug." The teenager's clear and slightly hoarse voice rang in her ear, blowing into her ear with vigorous heat. She even felt his lips accidentally touching her ear, making her hair stand on end.
Before Qing 'er could come up with a suitable word to describe her feelings, she felt a hot hand on her waist and shoulder.
Ah Luo put one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder. It was indeed a standard hugging posture. Even though they were intimate, it was not too much, and Qing 'er had no room to refuse.
"Yingluo, is that enough?" She spat out these words in a vicious tone.
