Song Qian's thoughts were clear to Chen Xiaolong, now that it was after work and already so late, she probably didn't want to bother others.
"This might delay you a little," Song Qian said.
Chen Xiaolong shook his head, "What delay? Come on, I'll take you."
With that, the two of them got up and left Qiyun Xuan.
Song Qian's pretty face was flushed because she felt a hand stroking her waist, Chen Xiaolong's hand.
As they were going downstairs, Chen Xiaolong didn't know what got into him, but he just wrapped his arm around her.
His hand felt slick and smooth as it almost reached Song Qian's buttocks.
"Xi, your waist is really slim."
Chen Xiaolong sighed, while his hand continued to move lower, enjoying the slippery sensation under his hand immensely.
Song Qian had an absolutely top-notch figure, it was only because Chen Xiaolong's brain was dull from the alcohol that he dared to do this. He would never have dared before.
"Stop that, where are you putting your hand?"
