Jian Ai sighed silently and crawled up from the sofa with difficulty. She thought to herself, 'So be it.'
In the elevator, Jian Ai stood in front while Ji Haoyu stood behind her. His gaze never left Jian Ai's side profile.
The pleasant woody fragrance on Ji Haoyu's body gradually filled the sealed space. This was the perfume he had always used. It was a smell that made people feel at ease.
Jian Ai said nothing and only stared at the decreasing numbers on the elevator. Not that she did not want to care about Ji Haoyu, but she had eaten too much for lunch. She had no desire to move at all, including her mouth!
Being able to stand up and walk him out was already the greatest gift to him.
"Xiao Ai…"
At this moment, Ji Haoyu's voice suddenly sounded slowly.
His low voice was warm and gentle.
Jian Ai turned her head slightly and looked up at him. "Huh?"
