Catching a whiff of Zhou Yun's scent, Lin Feng couldn't help but let his imagination run a bit wild. It was a faint fragrance of orchids, very pleasant, and what was more critical, Lin Feng's current position hiding in the box, squeezed together with Zhou Yun, was almost like having her entire body wrapped in his arms.
To avoid any suspicion and in case Zhou Yun accused him of taking advantage of the situation, Lin Feng voluntarily shifted backward a bit. But unexpectedly, as he moved, Zhou Yun stared at him fiercely and whispered:
"Shh! They're coming, don't move around!"
"It's not like that! Miss Zhou, there's a saying, 'men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving objects,' I'm almost holding you..." Lin Feng whispered back.
"What time is it now! We can't care about that."
