CHAPTER 369: CHAPTER 369: SHEN JUE, YOU’RE SO PETTY

Shen Jue reached out and gently pressed his finger against her lips.

He was restraining himself in this way, as well as holding back.

He was eager to hold her in his arms and kiss her.

Not the quick, fleeting kiss from the night before.

But something more, something longer.

"Time’s up!"

Rong Qingqing swore that no other three minutes in her life had ever been this torturous.

Rong Qingqing let out a long sigh of relief, quickly turned her head, not even sure why she felt guilty, her eyes darting around everywhere, just not daring to look at Shen Jue again.

"Ahahaha, Rong Qingqing, you’re as red as a tomato!" Xiao Huang continued to tease Rong Qingqing.

Everyone had had enough fun and stopped watching Rong Qingqing and Shen Jue, dispersing and taking their seats.

Only then did Rong Qingqing quietly reach out and touch her own face, wondering if she was really blushing so obviously.

"Where’s Xiao Wang? Xiao Wang can now pick someone to perform." Xiao Huang asked.

Zhao Zhen stood up excitedly, "Me! Me! Come on! Hey, someone sing ’Papa’ for me!"

"Hahaha! Rong Qingqing, you’re too much!" Xiao Huang sat there clapping.

Rong Qingqing felt she wasn’t too much at all, she simply dug a hole and buried herself in it.

In the melody of the children’s song ’Papa,’ Rong Qingqing gathered her courage and sneaked a glance at Shen Jue.

But unexpectedly, Shen Jue was also looking at her.

She immediately felt as if shocked by electricity and quickly looked away.

Yet in the next moment, Shen Jue reached out and held her hand in his palm.

Rong Qingqing struggled a bit but couldn’t break free. She turned around and glared at Shen Jue. Shen Jue held a smile at the corner of his mouth as if he hadn’t seen, seemingly very seriously listening to the man singing the children’s song in a childlike voice.

Everyone kept playing until nearly ten o’clock before the gathering ended. When Rong Qingqing returned to her room, she went straight to the bathroom to freshen up, dawdling for more than an hour before coming out. By that time, Shen Jue had already returned from washing up next door with Lin Bufan.

The hotel room’s facilities here were no match for those at Shen Manor, nor a five-star hotel, so Shen Jue needed Lin Bufan, his assistant, to help because of his mobility issues. Thus, while Rong Qingqing occupied the bathroom here, Shen Jue went next door to find Lin Bufan.

Seeing that Rong Qingqing finally came out, Shen Jue leaned against the headboard reading a magazine, teasing Rong Qingqing, "Willing to come out now? I thought you planned to sleep in the bathtub tonight."

Rong Qingqing huffed, kicked off her shoes, and sat heavily next to Shen Jue.

She lifted the quilt and lay down, reaching to turn off the room’s lights.

Shen Jue spoke up to stop her, "Not so fast."

"You still want to read?" Rong Qingqing asked, puzzled, "What’s so interesting about that outdated magazine?"

These kinds of hotel magazines stay in the rooms for years without being replaced.

"Not reading," Shen Jue said, pulling the quilt aside, then pulling open his robe, and reaching out to grab Rong Qingqing’s hand, placing it on his abdominal muscles.

Rong Qingqing let out a sudden "ah," wanting to pull her hand back, but Shen Jue pressed her hand there with a stern expression.

"Shen Jue, you pervert!" Rong Qingqing cursed.

"Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to touch them today?" Shen Jue replied with dissatisfaction, "As for Jian Wei, forget it in this lifetime. I train every day. My physique isn’t worse than his. You want to touch, I’ll let you touch, let you touch to your heart’s content."

"!!!!" Rong Qingqing cursed in her heart, "Shen Jue, you’re so petty! Your mind is as small as a pinhead!"