Surrounded by his towering figure and the cold jade-stone wall behind her, Eleven was cornered. Her hands were hanging limply by her sides.
Her chestnut-colored hair, naturally curly, no need for a curling iron. It would naturally take shape once dried. Once, the school considered her hairstyle inappropriately casual and required her to get it straightened. But Eleven could only reiterate that she didn't have the money to get a fancy hairstyle, nor to straighten it.
Eleven looked at him. Although she didn't try to get away, she couldn't help but say, "Miss Shang is upstairs. If she finds out, are you sure it's okay?"
"What do you think will happen?" Gu Liancheng intertwined his fingers with hers, leaned down to kiss the fragrance on her lips, his heartbeat slowly accelerating, "Or... what do you think our relationship is?"
The heat on her lips gradually increased and Eleven deliberately tried to avoid it a bit.
