"I'm sorry!" The person who rushed in was apparently a bit absent-minded, only realizing someone was there—embracing in such an intimate posture—after closing the door and taking a few more steps inside, immediately exclaiming in shock.
Adrian frowned, then released Charlize. The intruder was a young girl, about twenty years old, dressed simply but with fair skin, complemented by short black hair, giving her an air of charm. She clearly didn't understand etiquette. Normally, if someone barges in and encounters such a scene, they would immediately retreat, an action that only adds a bit of amusement and excitement for them. But this girl just stood there, frozen, neither advancing nor retreating, staring at them dumbfounded.
"Who are you?" Adrian adjusted his clothes, asking somewhat rudely.
"I... I..." The girl trembled slightly, as if just realizing what she had done.
