Wei Anning, feeling flustered, gave him a little push, only for her wrist to be caught by him. His thumb gently rubbed against the pulse on her wrist, sending a tingling sensation spreading through her entire body. She quickly jerked her hand back like she'd been electrocuted. "Let's go."
Leng Youchen walked over to the desk, took a small, sleek black leather bag out of his pocket, and handed it to her. "Put your phone in the bag."
Wei Anning's eyes lit up as she took the bag and gave him a sweet smile. "Thank you."
Leng Youchen patted her on the head. "Let's go."
"Mm."
Night Colors, the most extravagant and decadent spot in Beicheng, was where Lu Junxi was bidding farewell to his single days. Leng Youchen led Wei Anning into Night Colors, where the interior sparkled with the brilliance of diamonds and crystals, styled like the Palace of Versailles, dripping in opulence and grandeur.
