Zhuo Jian hadn't even found the restroom when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind.
"Where do you think you're running off to?"
Fu Yanye caught her in the depths of the corridor, pressed her against the wall beside him, and asked with a thud.
"Cold!"
Zhuo Jian unconsciously exclaimed.
Fu Yanye's heart clenched, but in the next instant, he pressed against her there, looking down at her with a gaze of suffering and murmured lowly, "Where's cold? Here?"
His hand slipped inside her blouse.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, in disbelief.
She instinctively glanced around and, upon noticing someone was there, immediately whispered in a low voice, "Fu Yanye, take your hand out quickly."
"I don't want to touch the wall directly! But you're cold."
"What?"
