The elevator stopped again midway up, someone came in, and everyone instinctively moved inward.
At first, Lin Jiujiu didn't think much of it, but later, she still sensed something amiss, feeling uncomfortable all over.
Especially now, Qin Muchen had both hands on the elevator walls, leaning his body over, enclosing her completely, forming an inescapable shackle.
His face constantly brushed against her ear, unable to move.
His breath, unrestrainedly landed beside her ear, invading recklessly, making her brain buzz.
She didn't want to think too much, desperately telling herself it's just because of the crowded elevator, yet her neck began to flush.
More importantly, her heart, beating so fast, "thump, thump, thump..."
Quivering and shaking slightly, it seemed like it might leap out of her chest the next second.
Lin Jiujiu instinctively lifted her gaze, glanced at him, and he also looked at her, his gaze becoming clearly meaningful.
Lin Jiujiu: "..."
