Shen Yuan took advantage of Zhou Peiwei's complicated thoughts and deliberately scooted closer to her, then lifted a lock of her hair, "What's this hair color? It suits you pretty well."
"Flaxen brown, it's okay, I guess."
Zhou Peiwei felt that the gesture was somewhat intimate but wasn't in the mood to stop it.
However, Shen Yuan became even more brazen; after dropping her hair, he actually picked up her necklace, "What's this necklace? It's pretty nice."
The critical point was that the back of his hand wasn't hovering in the air; his knuckles were actually touching her chest.
Yet his expression didn't seem lecherous at all; he seemed very focused on examining the necklace.
Zhou Peiwei instinctively covered her snowy white. Today, she wore a low-cut dress.
Moreover, since Shen Yuan always said she wore bandeau tops, this time, she didn't wrap her chest but displayed it openly instead.
