However, Xu Baohan was being squeezed by a crowd of people behind him. Among them, there was a girl in her twenties whose entire face was practically pressed against his back.
As an outsider, at first glance, it seemed to An Lan that as though they were a couple.
An Lan felt a little uncomfortable. She looked up at him and said , "Do you want to move in a little?"
"I'll will pressed against you." Xu Baohan placed his hands on the glass window. His voice was clear and magnetic.
"It won't."
Xu Baohan's lips curved slightly and he moved closer to her.
An Lan's face was pressed against his chest. After climbing the mountain for more than half a day, there was a light scent of sweat coupled with an aura of maturity and elegance on his body. It couldn't help making one's heart throbbing and the entire body feeling warm.
Xu Baohan also lowered his head to look at the petite woman in his arms. At this moment, she was like a baby quail.
