C195 Yao Ling's Invitation!

Zhou Wen felt a soft sensation on his hand. Just as he was about to give it a firm squeeze, Su Qin swiftly pulled it away.

They separated instantly.

Su Qin's expression was bashfully coy, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, tinged with a hint of reluctance.

"Zhou Wen, are you pushing your luck?" Su Qin accused, her voice tinged with embarrassment and anger