The once-blaring electronic music seemed to have quieted considerably.
All his attention was focused on the sensation of her touch on his arm and stomach.
After a moment, Qi Sheng felt Du Xinxin's hand begin to wander, gradually exploring below his stomach.
Too bad Qi Sheng was wearing a dress shirt and slacks today, complete with a leather belt around his waist.
Du Xinxin's small hand was blocked by the belt, unable to slip inside at all.
Qi Sheng just smiled, offering no help.
Du Xinxin pouted, her nimble little fingers fiddling with the belt for a moment.
The once-tight belt now felt much looser.
A moment later, Qi Sheng suddenly drew in a sharp breath and instinctively sat up straight.
"Hsss..."
Sitting not far away, Tao Siyao was watching the wild crowd on the dance floor with great interest.
Hearing the sound, Tao Siyao quickly turned and asked with concern, "Honey, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
Qi Sheng quickly changed the subject.
