Such statements.
Li Qiao's brow twitched, and she lowered her head to rub her forehead without speaking.
Shang Yu lifted his hand to hook around her waist and gently led her into his arms. He looked down, his steady voice containing a laughter, "Otherwise, what do you think I was going to do?"
Li Qiao's forehead bumped against his chest, inhaling his crisp and enchanting scent. Her hands involuntarily wrapped around his muscular waist and tightened. She then buried her face in his embrace with a muffled tone, "How would I know?"
The lighting was dim, and their shadows overlapped.
Shang Yu's broad chest and strong arms felt like the safest haven in this deep night.
Li Qiao rubbed against his shirt, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
"Go change your clothes."
Shang Yu supported her shoulders, creating some distance between them, and lightly pushed forward with his palm, signaling to Li Qiao.
