"Where are we going?" Fu Shiyan looked at Jiangli beside him and asked gently.
Jiangli grabbed his wrist and said, "Back to the 17th floor. I think the 17th floor might also be a key point."
Fu Shiyan had no particular opinion on this, so he let Jiangli take the lead.
Holding his wrist, Jiangli could feel the warmth radiating from his body; it seemed mildly cool, yet just the right temperature.
She subconsciously rubbed Fu Shiyan's wrist bone lightly.
A soft chuckle immediately echoed in her ear.
Jiangli couldn't help but look over.
She saw Fu Shiyan's lips curve into a smile.
Jiangli hadn't reacted yet, "What are you laughing at?"
Fu Shiyan shook his wrist slightly, "Look at you, don't you resemble a kitten?"
Hearing this, Jiangli then noticed that she had been rubbing Fu Shiyan's wrist bone the whole time, realizing it was quite an intimate gesture.
She instantly let go, her palm suddenly feeling a bit warm.
Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "What, not touching anymore?"
