A young man with a slender back was less than three meters from Jiang Qingli.
He had one hand in his pocket, and the Bluetooth earpiece by his ear blinked twice, as if he were talking to someone.
The show was about to start. The surrounding lights were dim, making it hard to see clearly. She could only make out that he had dark hair.
But people could change their hair color at will here, so that wasn't a reliable guess.
Just as Jiang Qingli was about to duck down and creep closer for a better look, a man's strong hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, scooping her back and pressing her into the seat beside him.
Through the fabric, their legs were pressed tightly together.
Jiang Qingli could clearly feel the firm, powerful muscles beneath his suit trousers.
She pressed her legs together, a little uncomfortable.
But Ye Linyuan, as if he didn't notice, moved his leg to follow hers, and the hand on her waist slowly tightened its grip.
