Both feet off the ground.
Suddenly elevated a bit.
Ying Jing sat on Wen Fucheng's desk, twisting slightly with some discomfort.
He gave her back a pat.
"Don't move around."
She looked down; their position was a bit awkward.
Her fingers poked his shoulder.
"You go eat some barbecue first."
The man's thoughts were unclear, but his eyes were entirely on her.
He wasn't much interested in barbecue, more interested in her.
"How about I eat you instead of barbecue?"
On the way here, she was telling Weiyi she was going to eat meat.
She was just saying it!
Her forehead bumped against Wen Fucheng's shoulder, and she quietly complained, "But I'm a bit tired." The rehearsal was exhausting. It's not good if she alone does well; it's only good if everyone does well together. If one person made a mistake during the team rehearsal, everyone had to start over until they got it right several times.
She'd wanted to finish early in the evening.
