If it weren't a competition, he would have gotten up and kissed her on the spot.
Fortunately, his rationality allowed him to wait until the end of the competition and find the right time to pull Murong Qiao into the storeroom.
"This competition will end here…"
The emcee's voice was especially loud outside. The door of the storeroom was not soundproof, so every word spoken outside and even the movements of people passing by the door could be heard clearly by the people inside.
There was only a thin door between them and the people outside while their bodies were pressed together.
"My hands are numb…" Murong Qiao lowered her voice, begging for mercy.
At this moment, her hands were clasped behind her back by Huo Yichen. Her heart was beating fast, and she kept feeling that someone would knock on the door and walk in to see the two of them. Thinking of this, her face turned red.
