Flight Traces

The restaurant suddenly fell silent, the hustle and bustle outside the private room turned into white noise in the background of their gaze.

Bian Ji paused for a moment before awkwardly turning his head to eat a white jade dumpling as if nothing had happened. The dessert was rich with milk fragrance, yet not overly sweet - Yan Ankuo had good taste.

After affirming the host's palate, Bian Ji didn't speak again. Today, he had displayed too many abnormalities, coupled with his old friend's teasing, these were impolite for a "straight man."

Others could jest about him and Yan Ankuo heartlessly because they had no ulterior motives. Bian Ji was different; he needed to be spotless and upright to deserve Yan Ankuo's trust in the "introducer."

In the latter half of the gathering, Bian Ji spoke much less, especially keeping a slight distance from Yan Ankuo compared to earlier. Due to the Japanese-style decor, everything in the store, including the tables and chairs made of original wood, was low, which left Bian Ji, who was 181 centimeters tall, with nowhere to put his legs.

Initially, he bent his knees awkwardly to one side to avoid touching Yan Ankuo. But the person beside him seemed indifferent to such matters, sitting with his legs spread wide open and occasionally taking the napkin on everyone's side from Bian Ji's hand.

Yan Ankuo, supporting himself on the tatami, stretched out his left hand towards the wall, inevitably brushing against Bian Ji's arm.

"Sorry," Yan Ankuo said, but there wasn't much regret in his expression.

"No problem." Bian Ji helped place the napkin next to Yan Ankuo's left hand, "Here, it's easier for you this way."

Yan Ankuo nodded in thanks.

Bian Ji then focused on savoring the carefully selected dishes, trying to discern the differences between the sauces, but before he could even move his chopsticks, he felt a warmth at the side of his leg. It was the pant leg of the person next to him rubbing against his calf.

Yan Ankuo, standing at 186 centimeters, was indeed cramped beside the low table, so it was normal for his knee to wander. Bian Ji moved slightly towards the wall without showing it, but the familiar sensation followed him immediately.

This time, it wasn't the pant leg but the leather shoe brushing against Bian Ji's sneakers. Looking at the shoe's owner, he was still engrossed in conversation, completely unaware.

"Attorney Yan," Bian Ji had to signal, "Would you mind letting me through? I need to go out for a bit."

Yan Ankuo didn't stand up but turned around, making way for a passage just wide enough for one person, continuing his chat with Nie Hang.

Bian Ji went out primarily to reduce physical contact, but the passage was so narrow that there would inevitably be more chances of contact, making his excuse seem a little pale.

Having no choice, Bian Ji had to steel his nerves and cautiously sidestep past.

"I'll go with you." Qiao Yuan suddenly got up and walked out alongside Bian Ji.

When the two returned, Nie Hang was already enlightening Yan Ankuo about the differences between various passenger aircraft models.

Upon seeing Bian Ji, Yan Ankuo naturally shifted to the right, moving the tableware over, "You sit here."

Bian Ji was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"I think I was crowding you earlier," Yan Ankuo said straightforwardly, making Bian Ji seem less magnanimous, "Sitting here makes it easier for you to come and go."