Bo Fengheng slightly tilted his head and saw her struggling to walk, dragging his cotton slippers.
He couldn't help but slow down his pace.
Together, they entered the elevator.
She stood beside him, slightly tilted her head up to glance at his handsome, tall profile, bit her tender lips in frustration as if she could squeeze out water with a bit more force.
Yet she was unaware that all of it fell into the man's peripheral vision.
Bo Fengheng closed his eyes momentarily and broke the silence, "Is there something wrong?"
His deep, sexy voice sounded like the charming notes of an ancient cello.
The cramped space was filled with the scent of his hormones.
"I…," Mu Yin's head felt woozy, and she stuttered for a long time but couldn't organize her words.
It was not until the elevator door opened and the outside air diluted the surrounding scent that she managed to somewhat regain her senses.
She didn't realize how enticing she had appeared just then.
