Pulling Her to His Suite

"Ruan Ruan, I'm back. Aren't you going to look me in the eye?"

A deep and hoarse voice entered her ears, and Wen Ruan's thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

She raised her eyes and looked at the young man beside her through the mirror-like elevator.

His pair of black narrow eyes were like two bottomless whirlpools, wanting to suck her in deeply.

Wen Ruan's heart tightened slightly.

She forced herself to look him in the eye.

This was the first time she looked at him carefully tonight.

Compared to half a year ago, his facial features were more defined, as if he had grown from a teenager to a man.

His hair was cut short, each strand standing up sharply, and the sideburns were sharp and deep.

Their gazes met on the mirror-like elevator.

They had not seen each other for too long and were sizing each other up.

The silent space was filled with a stiff and unfamiliar smell.

She was no longer the girl who would tug at his sleeve and call him brother.