"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. Did it hurt?" Ling Xue'er explained with cheeks flushed as if she were blood-red. Her hand rested on the elevator wall above Li Fei's shoulder, and she tried to lean back, but someone squeezed past, causing her to uncontrollably bump into Li Fei's chest again. This time, the impact was more significant, almost a clean strike to his chest!
Li Fei thought to himself, "Miss, did that hurt?"
Ling Xue'er was extremely embarrassed; she hadn't expected that her first encounter with Li Fei would be so awkward.
At this moment, the position she maintained with him was quite suggestive; unable to step back, she could only stay in his arms for a few minutes.
"I'm fine, how about you?"
"I'm okay too."
The elevator was crowded, and Ling Xue'er was nearly suffocating. Gradually, her breath quickened and a thin layer of delicate sweat formed on her face unknowingly.
"Miss Xue'er, could I get an autograph?" the middle-aged man enthusiastically asked.
