Fu Shilv's solid chest pressed against her with scorching heat.
But holding her like this made Sheng Youxia uncomfortable.
"Let go of me first."
"I don't want to."
"Fu Shilv, you're just taking advantage of me being weaker than you."
His breath was heavy, as if he had just run ten thousand meters, with their chests pressed together, Sheng Youxia could feel his rapidly beating heart.
Still, she managed to push him away.
"How did you end up here?"
"I've been looking everywhere for you, to no avail."
Fu Shilv reached behind and gently pulled the door shut. "Didn't you hear your phone ringing?"
"I was packing stuff inside, my phone was in my bag."
After saying this, Sheng Youxia went to look for her bag.
Turns out she hadn't seen those messages.
Suddenly, Fu Shilv didn't want her to see them; he stepped in front of Sheng Youxia, "Just keep packing."
"I should check if others have called me, maybe a client."