Finally seeing the person coming, Shi Su's ears were still filled with the endless mix of male and female voices from the room.
Zhou He, following behind, quickly stepped forward and closed the door, cutting off the nauseating sounds.
The nausea wasn't caused by the two people in the room, but by the entire situation.
Shi Su only regained her senses when her ears finally cleared, and she instinctively reached out and grabbed Jing Jihan's sleeve: "Are you alright?"
Jing Jihan looked at her with deep, dark eyes: "What do you think?"
He was standing there, neat and tidy, clearly not caught in a scheme, so he should be fine.
But when Shi Su's hand inadvertently brushed against his as she held his sleeve, she felt an unusual warmth.
