A single man and woman in a room, so close together, things could develop to the next stage at any moment.
Cheng Zhirang's breathing was a bit heavy, his palm pressing against her waist, maintaining the last bit of safe distance between them.
Mu Qiu still found time to think: This is quite like two people who just met about to dance a social dance.
She tried, slowly reaching out to wrap her arms around him.
Through the white shirt, she could clearly feel the muscles on his side tense up.
The two embraced.
Cheng Zhirang's breath was by Mu Qiu's ear, her forehead resting on his left chest, warmth passing from his body, their breaths interwoven.
Who knows how long passed, maybe a minute or two, or maybe more than ten, when Cheng Zhirang's hand on her waist pulled her closer with force.
His arms were so strong that Mu Qiu felt a bit of pain, stumbling a step and completely falling into his embrace.
