Kissing while walking, direction already indiscernible, Nan Jiaojiao entirely hung within the man's embrace, until her shoulder hit the wall, the cold temperature making her gasp for air.
She pulled back, her face flushes red, "Don't do this here."
"No one will come up, and only I can see the surveillance."
Bo Yanching's breathing was heavy, his dark eyes staring at her unwaveringly, as if he might swallow her whole at any moment.
The entryway elevator led to Bo Yanching's space outside the foyer reserved for an entry garden. The decor and arrangements were meticulous, avoiding an overly spacious feel, but the area was so large that Nan Jiaojiao felt uneasy, as if she were in a corridor.
She pointed to the light above her head, "There's light."
"Yes, there's light, so what?" Bo Yanching asked.