The crowd suddenly felt like they were on pins and needles. Some rubbed their noses, others scratched their ears…
As if by unspoken agreement, they all turned and scurried back to their workstations.
"How did you recognize me?" Xue Rui asked softly.
He was standing behind her now, and he reached out to wipe the damp corners of her eyes.
Lin Ruoxi suddenly stood up, spun around, and threw her arms around Xue Rui, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
"I… I remember your scent," Lin Ruoxi whispered, her lips close to Xue Rui's ear.
Xue Rui was so startled he threw up his hands. 'She's being so forward! First, she hugs me, and now she's whispering these sweet nothings in my ear…'
Her emotions were running high, and her breathing grew ragged. Each warm puff of air against his ear felt like a feather, tickling him and stirring an unbearable itch in his heart.
Lin Ruoxi's slender arms held Xue Rui in a death grip, as if terrified he would run away the moment she let go.
