In the darkness, Feng Chengjin had just finished making his last joke and was about to stop, but the unexpected embrace made him slightly stunned, especially the fragrant scent invading his nostrils.
The light seemed to have circuit issues, flickering every few seconds.
In the dim and bright shifts, Gu Zixuan clung tightly to Feng Chengjin out of fear, grabbing his suit lapel, while he gently placed one hand on her shoulder.
It was like a hug, yet more like a subconscious comforting gesture.
The proximity allowed their breaths to intertwine so closely.
Feng Chengjin had a very pleasant scent, which was very mesmerizing.
Feeling his warm body temperature, as Gu Zixuan regained her senses, her face quickly flushed red.
Feng Chengjin pressed his lips together, his deep Mo Tong eyes staring at the woman in his arms, unsure if he should move away.
Until the emergency display lit up, "Hello? Is there anyone in the elevator?"
