Lu Wanwan listened to the implication and her hands trembled slightly, "You should leave."
Suddenly, it was as if the air pressure around them dropped.
She looked up to see Gu Annan, his handsome face tense with restraint, staring at her without blinking.
Before she could speak, her wrist was violently yanked away.
With her back against the desk, she was trapped by his encircling arms; facing his scorching breath so close, there was no escape.
Lu Wanwan clutched the bath towel around her in panic, not even daring to struggle for fear that a few more movements would cause it to fall straight off.
They were too close, their arms tightly pressed against each other, his heat transferring to her without barrier.
The deep breathing in her ear started heating the roots of her ears, and she closed her eyes, not daring to meet his gaze, feeling like his kiss could land at any moment.
However, after a moment, it did not happen as she expected.
