Ran Xueyi led him inside her house. She hadn't moved her other suitcase away and was left in a corner so when they entered the house, she almost bumped her knee against it.
Just when she braced herself for the pain, a hand suddenly pulled her back to a warm and hard chest. The onslaught of male perfume and his natural scent quickly wafted through her nose.
"Be careful," Song Yu Han didn't let his hand linger on her arm and stepped forward to pick the suitcase up and put it against the wall so no one else would bump against it and have an accident.
Ran Xueyi hummed her response and couldn't say the words thank you that was on the tip of her tongue, and stopped at the living room.
"Sit."
Surprisingly, Song Yu Han, the man who used to be the one ordering other people around, obediently obeyed and sat down on the sofa.
