The hand was broad and warm, also carrying a hint of teasing as it firmly grasped her slender leg.
Startled, she almost jumped up, hastily reaching out to push him away, only for her small hand to be tightly held in his grip.
She turned her head to look at Gong Beiming.
Only then did Gong Beiming turn his gaze, his lips slightly curved upward, his eyes carrying a trace of indulgence.
She knew it was his hand and relaxed quite a bit.
Arranged on the small round table were a fruit platter, red wine, and some desserts.
And there were also the fashion show's outfit albums...
He sat on her left, his left hand tightly caught in the palm of her hand, and she couldn't pull it away no matter how hard she tried.
In the end, she simply gave up struggling and let him keep holding her hand.
Fortunately, the right side was free, so she nibbled on some snacks while flipping through the album...