Xu Mushen lowered his head, looking at that small hand.
That hand, so soft, so fair and smooth, held a grip on him, it gave a kind of feeling of not wanting to let go.
Truth be told, his palms were sweating.
This was the first time, he had ever held a girl's hand like this.
Lost in thoughts, he followed her inside.
Having taken a couple of steps, he suddenly saw a bar waitress approaching.
Xu Qiaoqiao paused in her steps, quickly turned her head around, grabbing his shirt and pulling him against the wall, then, she tiptoed to get closer to him.
Xu Mushen's eyes narrowed, the young girl's scent was already up close.
Her lively eyes were fixated on the waitress, one hand placed on his chest, making ambiguous sounds: "Hmm...mm..."
Xu Mushen: ...
Even though he knew they were just acting, he couldn't help but get restless.
Just then, the waitress arrived behind them and said: "Excuse me, this is the VIP area. If you don't have a reserved booth, you can't be here.