Upstairs, Su Chaoyang was carrying Mu Xiangwan into the room; just as he was about to lay her on the bed, she suddenly mumbled, "To...to the sofa."
He turned again, carrying her to the sofa to set her down.
In these two days, the proximity between both of them had been too much, and Mu Xiangwan was slowly losing her composure.
Every time he held her, she would feel like she was finding it hard to breathe, her face flushing crimson and her skin becoming sensitive. Only after he withdrew to a safe distance, did she feel as though she had regained her normalcy.
And it was the same now.
Once Su Chaoyang set her down, she immediately tugged at her clothes unconsciously, as if afraid of a wardrobe malfunction. She did not know where to look. When the man finally turned and walked away, she felt the air return, and only then could she breathe easily.
