The woman's face had already turned red down to the base of her neck, her hands nervously twisting together. Her pearly teeth bit down on her lip to prevent her rising emotions from being completely exposed.
In the next second, before Ji Wei could react, she was lifted onto Mo Qian's lap with one arm supporting her hips.
"This isn't appropriate..."
Ji Wei protested, pushing against him as her eyes darted in a panic toward the window.
The expansive yacht was lined with small squared windows, and she could clearly see the bodyguards standing steadfastly outside.
If any of them turned their heads, wouldn't it be unbearably awkward?
"No one would dare to look."
"..."
Fine, since he was injured, she decided not to argue with him.
Mo Qian wrapped his strong arms around Ji Wei's waist, holding her securely on his lap. He rested his chin against her shoulder and leaned there quietly.
Outside the window, the moon had already dipped low in the sky.
