Song Yan covered her face and tightly closed her eyes, unable to hear any sound at all.
At that moment, someone embraced her from behind, trying to pull her into his arms, but she instinctively resisted fiercely. With eyes shut, she struggled desperately without care.
"Song Yan, calm down," a deep, magnetic male voice sounded above her head. He allowed her to punch and kick as he forcibly held her in his arms to soothe her, "It's me."
The tip of her nose was filled with the fragrance of shower gel, unfamiliar, but the embrace was broad and comforting.
She recognized the voice as well.
Gradually she calmed down.
Her heart still pounding, Song Yan breathed rapidly. She clung tightly to Gu Chenxiao, her voice trembling faintly, "Gu Chenxiao, there's a ghost!"
"No... Song the beauty, how could you mistake me for a ghost with my handsome and dashing appearance?"
From the doorway, a familiar male voice came through.
