Lu Yanchu's lips barely brushed his, parting the instant they touched.
Ji Ting came to his senses and tried to pull away, but Lu Yanchu slipped an arm around his waist. "Don't move. There's something in your hair."
"Then you could have just told me." Ji Ting sounded somewhat stern.
Lu Yanchu lifted his fingers and gently brushed his hair, his tone a little helpless. "I didn't want to do this either, but Peng Zekun kept glancing at us just now. He's probably getting suspicious."
Ji Ting froze briefly, then looked up from his embrace. "Suspicious of what?"
Lu Yanchu tilted his head and lowered it, making it look from behind as though he were kissing Ji Ting. "He probably noticed we barely know each other."
Ji Ting blinked, puzzled. "But I... I was already being intimate enough with you."
"But you kept subtly resisting me. Those three are all shrewder than the last. How could they not notice?"
Ji Ting hadn't expected to be the one holding them back. Suddenly at a loss, he said, "I told you I couldn't act."
Lu Yanchu gazed into his eyes, his gentle voice lingering in Ji Ting's ears. "My fault. I didn't guide you properly."
They were far too close. Just as Ji Ting couldn't help leaning back, Miao Wei's voice suddenly rang out.
"Hey, you two young men, could you spare a thought for the three hungry middle-aged people over here?"
Lu Yanchu pressed the back of Ji Ting's head against his chest and turned around. "Sorry. Xiao Ting got a little frightened earlier. We'll be right there."
Miao Wei looked away and exchanged a smile with President Zeng. "Young people. They really can't keep their hands off each other."
None of them knew where to go, so they all waited