The two were so close they could almost hear each other's breath.
Shen Zhixian was stunned for a couple of seconds, motionless, silent.
She was very thin, and even though she wore a thick coat, he could easily encircle her waist from behind. Jiang Yanting rested his chin on her shoulder blade, his breath, unfailing, blowing into her neck...
"You smell so good."
His lowered voice was exceedingly magnetic, these words seemed to explode right beside her ear.
Her entire being, from the inside out, rapidly flushed with blood, her pretty face instantly turning bright red, she tucked in her neck, wishing she could bury herself in her scarf.
"Jiang Yanting—"
Just as she was about to struggle, she heard someone coming downstairs, and since it was a neighbor, whom they inevitably encountered entering or exiting, the voice was familiar, and she struggled even harder.
"If you move again, I can't guarantee what I might do to you in front of your neighbor, can I?"
