But the nighttime light was too dim, and she was too close to Temir, so Cheng Daqi's hand touched an inappropriate spot.
He was completely numb.
"Cheng, don't you like me at all?"
Temir wrapped her arms around Cheng Daqi, leaning on his shoulder and asked in a soft voice.
Many things in life are beyond control.
The brain tumor in Cheng Daqi's previous life was so, his abduction to the library was so, and so was holding Temir tonight.
The black-haired wealthy woman was beautiful, rich and willing to spend money on Cheng Daqi, and her family was very prominent.
"There are many kinds of liking, between lovers, family members, friends, which kind are you asking about?
Also, can you let go first? I don't want to be rude, Mi'er."
Cheng Daqi spread his arms, his back pressing tightly against the edge of the hot spring pool.
But Temir, like a little koala, clung to his waist and refused to let go.
"What did you say? I didn't hear."
Temir assertively refused Cheng Daqi's request.
