When Song Fengwan saw Fu Chen bowing and lowering his head, she even gestured with her hand. "This height is just right."
Unintentionally, her fingers slid over the top of his head, measuring their height.
Fu Chen's eyes were deep. He reached out and grabbed her restless hand, holding it gently…
"What height is just right?" His voice became deeper and deeper with a hint of a smile.
Song Fengwan's vision was a little blurry, and she could feel him smiling.
Due to the alcohol, her vision started to blur again, and her eyes were dry and hot.
"… Yes, just…" Song Fengwan was in a daze and didn't know what she wanted to express at all.
Fu Chen lowered his eyes and smiled dotingly.
He wanted to hug her, but he felt that it was inappropriate.
Sighing, he rubbed the top of her head and took her hand to lead her back to the private room. "Let's go back."
Song Fengwan followed him obediently and quietly.
