"No."
What were clearly two shameless words, when uttered from his lips, still managed to qualify as elegant.
As he spoke, the man's thumb slightly curved, its pad stretching past her arched palm, landing gently in the center of her hand and caressing it lightly.
That gesture, natural and affectionate, was like the ambiguous moves between lovers.
As fingertip and palm touched, an odd sensation of tingliness spread like an electric current from where they made contact...
She lifted her hand, shook off his palm, and took hold of the dinner knife.
Determined in her heart, she resolved that if this guy dared to continue, she would stab the back of his hand with the knife she was holding.
Huangfu Jue did not continue; he withdrew his hand and took up his own cutlery instead.
"When is the flight?" Gan Yuan asked while holding her utensils.
Across, Huangfu Jue calmly cut into the egg on his plate.
"One shouldn't talk while eating; it's bad for the stomach."
