As she spoke, she moved towards another elevator, and just as the handkerchief was being shoved into Jiang Shiyi's hand, he suddenly gripped her hand tightly in return. His fingers were a bit cold, but his palm was dry and warm, with distinct, evenly proportioned knuckles, long and slender...
He could almost easily wrap his hand around hers. She was in a hurry to run outside when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
As she ran forward and he pulled her back, she staggered, almost colliding directly with the elevator wall due to the strong inertia in the narrow space.
But Jiang Shiyi acted even faster, reaching out to protect her shoulder and neck area, though a muffled thud still sounded from the impact.
The young people waiting for the elevator on the other side couldn't help but smack their tongues at the sound of the collision...
Did the doors not even close? So intense? So stimulating?
