Even though she maintained a composed facade, her palms... were already sweating.
At this moment, Shang Yu's black shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing muscle lines that displayed both robustness and allure.
It was hot!
In the enclosed cabin, the temperature continued to rise.
Li Qiao found it hard to swallow and couldn't help but wonder if the elevator was climbing too slowly?
Just as she was thinking this, Shang Yu leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead before finally turning around to press the elevator button.
Oh, it wasn't that the elevator was slow, it was that he hadn't even pressed a floor number to begin with.
Li Qiao lowered her head, sighing as she rubbed her forehead, feeling utterly dazed.
In an instant, the elevator reached the third floor.
Shang Yu took her hand and led her into the vast dressing room.