He tried to stand up from the sofa.
But Ji Xingtang hurriedly reminded him, "There are still five minutes to go. If you interrupt now, people will say you can't take a joke..."
Sheng Youxia wasn't one to cross the line. After bumping into Wen Zaiyi's knees, she didn't continue.
After all, they weren't familiar with each other, and she wouldn't be too intimate with other men, so touching his thighs was absolutely off-limits.
Fu Shilv shook off Ji Xingtang's hand.
If that were his wife, could he bear it?
What a waste of breath!
Sheng Youxia had merely used Wen Zaiyi to complete the dance move. Her body was flexible, and she stood up quickly.
Tang Hui clapped rhythmically on the side.
Wen Zaiyi could still feel those hands on his legs, and he got a bit thirsty and uneasy, a taste he couldn't describe.
He placed his hand on his neck and unbuttoned the top button.