To be honest, she was thinking that if she couldn't stand it, she would stab her own body with a knife. She could not imagine how humiliating it would be to hand herself over to him. She wished she could die just by thinking that something like that might happen.
So her mood at that time was not without fear. Later, while still in a daze, she was held in his arms, smelling the familiar smell. She even had a moment to be thankful: fortunately, it was him and not someone else.
After all, he was her deskmate for some time, not a random unknown guy. And he did not disgust her.
But it didn't mean anything.
