He couldn't help but lower his head and inch slowly towards Xuxu's alluring face.
A strong and familiar scent floated towards her and Xuxu could only retreat backward until she had reached the wall of the elevator.
Her burning palms were pressed against the cold surface. Her palms started sweating, and it heated up the area that she touched.
Her cheeks seemed to be ablaze as his fiery gaze was fixated on her face. It was so hot that she felt like placing her face against the cold surface of the elevator too.
Young Master Yan suddenly pressed his palms against the elevator and confined the tiny woman standing in front of him with his hands.
This action stunned Xuxu as she peered upwards with an innocent and helpless look on her face.
Oh my god!
