A warm, dry palm unexpectedly pressed against her wide shoulder, and Qi Yue, as if she had been rendered immobile by a point strike, froze on the spot.
Big shot...this move of pressing down a head...isn't it a bit too skilled and natural?
At this moment, with that shoulder, she felt like she had no choice but to rely on it, yet not relying on it... was not an option either...
Because Senior Gu's hand was still there!
And those two girls who had just been questioning her for taking advantage of Gu Huai, their expressions had almost split open like spiderwebs now.
Who could have thought that one second they were strategizing to stop a woman with ulterior motives from taking advantage of their male idol, and the next second, the male idol had offered himself up...
What was this all about?
The worst part was that at this moment, the two of them inexplicably felt that sitting in this car was... entirely superfluous...