The air seemed to be filled with rich sweetness.
"Errr..." someone couldn't help but speak up, "Sir, are the two of you coming out?"
"Ah!"
Song Yaoyao was shocked. She bit down in surprise and heard a muffled humph beside her ear.
The strong flavor of blood spread through her mouth.
"Gege...I..."
She realized she had done something wrong, but the people outside had already entered the elevator and it was quickly filled to the brim.
Song Yaoyao blushed as she buried herself in Huo Yunque's arms. She was too afraid to even lift her head.
Everyone laughed kindly.
Meanwhile, Huo Yunque bent his waist calmly, looped his arm behind the girl's legs, and lifted her up. He pressed her head against his shoulder, preventing her face from being seen.
"Sorry, we couldn't help it."
The man's voice was raspy and sexy, and his vibe was cold and restrained, making him particularly alluring.
