Su Zhiruan followed Lu Peijin onto the elevator.
Originally, the two stood one in front of the other, pretending not to recognize each other.
Once Lu Peijin pressed the elevator button, the doors slowly closed.
And it was at this moment that he stepped forward, pinning her against the elevator wall with its strong metallic feel, and lowered his head to be close enough for their breaths to mingle.
When Su Zhiruan looked up, she saw his dark gaze and then felt his breathing.
She couldn't break free.
"Lu Peijin—"
She called out his name.
They were still in a public place; she hadn't expected him to be so direct.
"It's okay, no one will notice," Lu Peijin said in a good mood. He reached out and pinched the girl's fingertips; his thoughts multiplied, and in the end, he even wanted to take things further right there in the elevator.
But he couldn't do it now.
Having tasted this pleasure, Lu Peijin wished he could entangle with her every day. He had felt the same way last night.
