Song Yi instinctively stepped back.
Tang Si's hand paused, staring at Song Yi's panicked face: "What's wrong?"
He pulled Song Yi over: "What are you thinking? I'm just getting something from my pocket."
Saying this, he reached his hand into the pocket of the coat draped over her, it was warm inside, it was her warmth.
Song Yi's heart was racing, and there were three pairs of eyes watching from behind, yet this person still reached into her clothes.
How did taking something feel like a rogue taking liberties with a good woman?
Her mind, for some reason, began to think about all sorts of things with Tang Si before.
Inexplicably, her ears felt hot.
Whether intentional or not, the man's hand brushed against her, causing Song Yi to tremble slightly, looking at Tang Si in disbelief.
"It wasn't on purpose." Tang Si's voice was low: "You're too big, it's like this."
