His palm rested against her face, and Qin Shuang felt her own cheeks grow even hotter.
Despite him still wearing a crisp suit, separated by such a thick layer, it felt as though she could touch the warmth of his chest, making her all the more uncomfortable.
And perhaps it was because she was leaning against his chest that she could faintly hear the throbbing of his heartbeat, overlapping with her own in an indescribable intimacy.
It was even more disconcerting than the kiss just a moment ago.
Qin Shuang couldn't help but raise her hand to push against his, trying to move it away from her face—after all, there was no way she could afford to reimburse the cost of these clothes.
"Why are you fidgeting? Do you know where you're sitting?" He Zhiyao hinted pointedly.
Qin Shuang's body instantly stiffened, her face flushing deeply.
