Her arms were embracing him, but her body was turned awkwardly, making it difficult, forcing her to cling to his shirt with her fingers.
Gu Annan lived on the top floor, and he glanced upward.
The blinking numbers changed leisurely, the furrows between his brows growing deeper and deeper.
The two people lived on the third floor counting upward, and they did not get off either.
Under the shirt, that hand, intentionally or unintentionally, scratched intermittently; he wished he could immediately seize both of her hands.
In the end, his face became taut, and he endured it by embracing the person in his arms even tighter.
"Behave yourself," Gu Annan lowered his head, his voice extremely low, as if whispering in her ear.
Lu Wanwan turned her head up and looked, her face full of confusion.
The fervor in the depths of his eyes extended outward, turning his original gloomy gaze bright like fire.
The temperature of that gaze made her heart tremble.
