His scent was all around her and the tip of her nose. The faint smell of mint was unable to cover his strong masculinity. The thought of pressing twice… Ye Jian could only feel that her heart was trembling continuously.
She even began to breathe lightly, for fear that she would disturb him. As for her eyes… Ye Jian knew that she didn't dare to look at him at all.
"We can go now. The Head is still waiting for us." She was acting so unnatural, pure like a piece of white paper. With a profound smile in his eyes, Xia Jinyuan patted her shoulder, "There's a two-hour break after the meeting. Today, you will still need to be with Miss Betty and her classmates."
Ye Jian, who was frozen stiff, immediately got up anxiously and secretly adjusted her breathing quickly as she watched his back and followed him.
