Ji Buwang was puzzled by Mu Jingzhe's sudden action. "Jingzhe?"
He looked confused and didn't know why Jingzhe had suddenly hugged his shoulder.
"Let's sit for a while. My legs are a little numb." Mu Jingzhe casually found an excuse. Alright, it wasn't an excuse. Just now, in order to help Ji Buwang hug her shoulder, her body had been leaning toward Ji Buwang, preparing itself for a hug at any time.
Her legs were indeed a little numb from sitting like that. After saying that, Mu Jingzhe leaned her weight on Ji Buwang.
When Ji Buwang heard that Mu Jingzhe's legs were numb, he quickly supported her. "Are they very numb?"
"No, just a little. I'll be fine in a while."
Ji Buwang was relieved when he heard that. Then, he could clearly smell the faint fragrance coming from Mu Jingzhe's body. Their close contact made his heart race, and he felt that it wasn't bad.
