Qi Zheng looked at Yun Shu briefly before he turned around to head to the buffet table to grab some food for her.
Previously, he had attended a lot of banquets before and knew well just what sort of food would be suitable for Yun Shu to eat at this event.
He picked up the plate at the buffet table and stared at his palm for a long time. A light crease appeared between his brow without him realizing it. His palm was a little hot. Qi Zheng could still remember the feeling when he was holding Yun Shu's waist earlier.
He realized that Yun Shu was quite thin, but her waist was curvy.
For a while, Qi Zheng was staring at his hand absentmindedly.
The chattering voices behind him snapped him back to his senses. Seeing that there were a few people behind him to take the food, Qi Zheng quickly moved along the line.
