"Young Master Fu, you're home," Shi Qian reminded him loudly, hoping to stop Fu Sinian from losing control.
Fu Sinian pinched Shi Qian's chin and stroked her smooth chin with his fingers.
Shi Qian met Fu Sinian's gaze. In just a second, she felt unable to resist.
His eyes were slightly intoxicating, like a pool of spring water suddenly wrinkled by a warm wind. Moreover, they were so sticky that they seemed to be able to pull out silk.
"Qian Qian, I want to kiss you," he said suddenly.
"No! No!" Shi Qian immediately refused. "Fu Sinian, look carefully. We're in the elevator now."
"Qian Qian, do you mean you can't do it in the elevator?" Fu Sinian asked her.
Shi Qian was stunned. She replied without thinking, "No!"
Fu Sinian really let go obediently.
Shi Qian heaved a sigh of relief. "Young Master Fu, what floor do you live on?"
"Twenty-six."
Shi Qian turned and pressed the elevator button.
