Upon hearing this, Zheng Shaosu moved closer to her, showing her something with his actions.
Wu Qianqing suddenly stepped back and accidentally stepped on Zheng Shaosu's shoe. Her back immediately pressed against his chest, leaning back a bit.
Zheng Shaosu's large hand rested on her waist, and he asked with concern, "Why did you suddenly become unstable?"
"It's nothing." Wu Qianqing quickly stepped out of his embrace.
As she touched the strong muscles of Zheng Shaosu's body, her heartbeat quickened.
She pretended that nothing had happened.
"Oh." Zheng Shaosu responded to her. "They're all playing over there; should we go over?"
Wu Qianqing turned to look. She wanted to see the traditional paintings, but she absolutely did not intend to put her hand with Zheng Shaosu's.
However, as soon as Zheng Shaosu sat down, he immediately got ink on his hand. Wu Qianqing's eyelids twitched. "What are you doing?"
