Because the space was too cramped, her entire body almost hung on his long legs. Like a koala, her arms clung to his shoulders. Her lips were only a few centimeters away from touching the corner of his lips.
And at their feet lay the messy pile of brooms and mops...
Startled, Anning realized why Yu Zexiao had been twisting and turning just now. The room was dark, damp, and filthy, with so many cleaning tools piled up beside them—how could someone with Yu Zexiao's obsession with cleanliness stand it?
Initially, their attention was captured by people outside, and they didn't notice all this. Now, relaxed, with each breath Anning took, she felt her heart pressing against his solid and flat chest. She was enveloped by his masculine scent, which inexplicably began to make her feel restless and warm.
"I, I'll get down right away."
