Jiang Ruan was stirred by Yan Chi's provocative words, causing her heart to tremble with anxiety. Just as her fingers began to move away from his chest, he reached out, pressed her head, and pulled her into his arms.
"Don't move, just hold on a little longer."
His words seemed to carry some magic. As Jiang Ruan leaned against him, she no longer felt the urge to move.
The surroundings were too quiet; his heartbeat gradually slowed from rapid to steady, but each pulsation seemed to crash into Jiang Ruan's ears.
"Senior..."
"Hmm?"
"Why are we in the elevator..."
They had already booked a room, so if he wanted to hold her, wouldn't it be better to do it in the room? It would be so awkward if someone suddenly came by.
"Then let's go back to the room."
"..."
