Effort and Effort Are Not the Same

The girl lowered her head and looked herself over, but found nothing wrong. This was her first time doing something like this, so she was still somewhat unaccustomed to it and a little embarrassed.

That embarrassment was the greatest difference between her and the other girls. Compared to those girls around them who seemed eager to go without even their underwear and hang directly off other people, the girl beside Lin Qi was still somewhat bashful.

She had once been a proud person, which also meant she did not really know how to please a man.

After all, boys—whether outstanding or mediocre—had always revolved around her. She had experience being courted, but hardly any experience courting others.

"I... I don't know, Mr. Lin Qi!" The girl stood right in front of Lin Qi as his hand shifted from the tips of her hair to her shoulder.

For an instant, a struggle flashed through her eyes. Her instincts urged her to escape, but reason kept her from doing so.

Goosebumps rose wherever Lin Qi's fingers touched. It was rather interesting.

"Let's look around somewhere else. There are too many people here..."

Lin Qi withdrew his arm. His right hand curled loosely, his thumb pressed against the first knuckle of his retracted index finger, positioned just below his shoulder at the waist, roughly near the belt. This naturally left his right arm slightly bent, with his elbow pointing outward and a triangle formed inside the elbow.

The girl naturally slipped her arm through his and gently rested her hand on Lin Qi's right forearm. This had practically become part of people's everyday instincts.

Where to place one's hand and how much pressure to use seemed like matters that required no particular attention. In reality, Federation people were even more rigid about such