Ning Guiwan placed both hands on Quan Yu's shoulders, suddenly unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. Seeing she wasn't resisting, Quan Yu lifted her hands and pressed them against the elevator wall, his fingers gliding over her palms, slowly intertwining with hers.
"Mommy, what are they doing?" Lost in the moment, Ning Guiwan suddenly heard a childlike voice.
She felt as if struck by lightning, blood rushing to her face. The elevator doors opened to reveal a mother and child standing outside. The child, about four or five years old, gazed at them with wide, innocent, and curious eyes.
Even though Ning Guiwan was usually composed, she felt quite flustered at that moment. Quan Yu, seeing her looking like she wanted to shrink away, shifted slightly to shield her.
