"Ah!"
With a soft cry, Mu Anran plunged directly into Yu Lingqian's arms, unconsciously clinging to his shoulders.
In this cramped space, the two were nearly pressed tightly together.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Mu Anran jumped up as if she had been pricked in the behind.
But the space was too narrow, and the man too strong, effectively trapping her inside, unable to move.
A surge of heat nearly rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and Mu Anran felt as if her cheeks were burning up.
"Is this how you ask to get by?"
Above her head came Yu Lingqian's faintly mocking and husky voice.
Mu Anran, sweating profusely and with her face nearly dripping blood from embarrassment, stammered, "I didn't, can you, please move back a bit."
Yu Lingqian, however, paid her no heed, comfortably sitting back and coldly watching her embarrassment.
"Yu Lingqian, move back!"
She glared at him with gritted teeth, growling in annoyance as she desperately twisted and struggled.