At a mere centimeter apart, Wei Yu gave a light laugh, adjusted his suit, and stopped looking at her...
The atmosphere became suffocating, An Ruoxi even felt a little short of breath...
With her eyes downcast, it was hard to discern the expression in her eyes, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. Just now, she should have avoided it, but she didn't resist his approach, even though there was no contact in the end...
The awkwardness in the air suddenly intensified, with An Ruoxi's cheeks and even her neck turning a shade of red. Just then, the elevator stopped with a ding, rescuing her.
The two walked out one after the other, without words and without any exchange of glances. An Ruoxi kept her head down, not daring to look at him, while he acted as if nothing awkward had happened in the elevator.
An Ruoxi looked at Wei Yu's retreating figure with a sense of discouragement; it seemed she was still far from her goal...
