Before her was the man's solid chest, his scent gushing forth, the familiar smell momentarily reminded Qiao Rui of that night in Xinyang, and even more so of the night after the TV drama awards ceremony.
Her face turned even redder.
And by her ear was the sound of the man's strong heartbeat, beating, each thump unsettling her for no apparent reason.
"Don't move, just a second!" the man's tone was a bit hurried, as if laced with a hint of urgency.
It was as if he was trying to confirm something.
And such a tone instantly set off alarm bells in Qiao Rui's head.
She began to struggle, abruptly pushing Pei Liyan away.
Embarrassed yet furious, she tried to cover her guilt with anger, scolding, "This is you taking advantage, isn't it?"
With nothing left in his arms, Pei Liyan felt the loss of that familiar feeling all at once, and his mind grew even more chaotic.