Bai Su's face suddenly leaned close, accompanied by a familiar refreshing fragrance. Her lips felt a slight warmth, something soft pressed tightly against them.
Her body stiffened, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes.
Her waist was embraced by someone, who supported himself on her left side with one hand.
Bai Su's handsome face was closer than ever before, so close that his breath hovered around her, his high and straight nose touching hers with a hint of intimacy.
Rong Zhi's mind was a complete blank.
It seemed there were voices by the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob twisting with no response, along with the hoots from Fu Xixiao and Ying Zhao Yuan.
But she heard nothing.
She just sat there blankly, only reacting a beat late after Bai Su released her.
The man's gentleness from before vanished, his exquisite brows and eyes carried a hint of roguish charm. Against the light, a dim warm lamp cast his face in a slightly tipsy warm color.
