In a panic, Qin Yin bit down on Nan Sichen's lower lip. Feeling the pain, he hazily loosened his grip on her.
The elevator had long since stopped at the floor of the Design Department, with the elevator door opening and closing.
Qin Yin glared at him, wishing she could crawl into a hole to hide. Darn it, the whole dazzling scene had been captured by the CCTV camera.
She reached out to press the elevator's open door button, and as the door opened, she ran out quickly.
Nan Sichen stood in the elevator for a moment, his gaze complicated. As the elevator door was about to close, he too took a step forward and followed Qin Yin out.
Qin Yin, her face flush, ignored Nan Sichen. They passed by the patio, one behind the other, arriving at the door of the Design Department.
