Ji Ting felt awkward the entire way in.
Although Lu Yanchu held his hand very lightly, he still wasn't used to it. It felt like the sticky sensation left on his fingers after eating fruit.
Lu Yanchu seemed to notice. He let go of his hand and hooked only his little finger. "Is this better?"
Was I that obvious? Ji Ting pressed his lips together slightly, reluctant to be any pickier. "Much better."
Lu Yanchu gently lowered his head, his voice as soft as a whisper. "Shall we go in, then?"
"Mm."
Hearing this, the waiter stepped forward and opened the door. "Please, gentlemen."
Miao Wei had arrived a little earlier and was sitting there looking at her phone. When she looked up, she saw Lu Yanchu release Ji Ting's finger.
"Sorry I'm late, Sister Miao."
A subtle feeling flickered through Miao Wei, but she teased, "You're right on time. How are you late?" Then she turned her gaze to Ji Ting. "And this is your..."
"My younger brother, Ji Ting."
"Hello." Ji Ting took the initiative to greet her.
Miao Wei's gaze swept naturally over Ji Ting's face, and she sighed teasingly. "Oh, the world really is unfair. Why don't I have such a handsome younger brother?"
Lu Yanchu slid his hand up Ji Ting's spine from behind, stopping neatly at the middle of his back. "If you'd like, you can think of Xiao Ting as your younger brother too."
Ji Ting frowned in discomfort. Sensing his tension, Lu Yanchu patted his back soothingly.
Miao Wei raised an eyebrow, a meaningful glint in her eyes. "Could you bear to share?"
Lu Yanchu didn't answer directly. A pleading, rueful smile appeared on his face. "Sister Miao, please stop teasing me."
"All right, all right. For Xiao Ting's sake, I won't