She felt somewhat unable to initiate conversation with Wen Yangzhi, her head bowed to the comic book, fingers anxiously picking at the fabric of her skirt, not realizing that beneath the soft flow of the hem lay the slightly tougher denim of Wen Yangzhi's jeans, and that the tangible feeling of the fabric was due to it being stretched over Wen Yangzhi's thigh.
Wen Yangzhi extended a finger, slipping it beneath her wrist, gently lifting her wrist upward:
"Stop picking at brother, talk instead."
She let out a surprised "Ah?" only then realizing what she had been doing, quickly withdrawing her hand, her whole body feeling scorched by an invisible fire.
She, she didn't mean to do it.
Yun Yuwan, both embarrassed and awkwardly uncomfortable, murmured, "Hong Sheng brother, I didn't do it on purpose."
