But in the next moment, she smelled his familiar scent as she felt him hug her from behind.
Warm palms covered her face, preventing her from sneaking a peek.
A familiar bass drifted into her ears. "Don't be afraid, I'm just behind you."
Lu Man grabbed the hands covering her face, and Han Zhuoli chuckled. "That's to prevent you from peeking. Trust me. Let's go."
As long as Han Zhuoli was with her, she had nothing to worry about. She walked forward boldly, not once hesitating even though she could not see.
"Lift your foot higher, there's a step," Han Zhuoli cautioned.
Lu Man did as told, and her feet landed right on the step.
"There's another step. Take another three steps forward and lift your feet higher this time. We're about to enter the room," Han Zhuoli warned her once more.
His gentle voice was especially pleasant to her ears, and every time he spoke, she could not get enough of it.
