Mingxi realized that she had unknowingly spoken sourly, as if she had bitten into a green apple. She suddenly felt a little embarrassed and unnatural. She quickly changed the topic. "Wait, let me find the room card."

She opened the door and raised her hand to insert the room card into the wall.

The lights were turned on and the air conditioner started buzzing.

Fu Yangxi followed her in and bent down to place a large box of gifts on the ground by the wall.

Realizing that she had actually entered Zhao Mingxi's hotel room and that there must be a lot of clothes and other things piled up on the girl's bed, Fu Yangxi's ears turned slightly red and she didn't dare to raise her head to look inside.

He stiffly returned to the door. He was so tall that his head almost reached the top of the door frame.

It completely blocked the light from outside the corridor.

"What did you give me?" Mingxi took off her coat and couldn't help but squat down to open the gift.

Fu Yangxi's heart skipped a beat and he quickly rushed over to press down on the gift box. "Little mask, you're too impatient. Can't you wait for her to leave before opening it?

I'm still here — "

Before he could finish his sentence, both of them realized that they were a little too close to each other.

They could feel the warmth of each other's skin through their clothes and a thin layer of air.

"… …"

Zhao Mingxi squatted there like a small ball. Fu Yangxi bent down over her head to press down on the box. If he had bent down a little bit, his chin would have touched the top of her head.

What would it feel like to touch a girl's head with his chin? It should be very gentle, like touching silk.

Fu Yangxi lowered his eyes to look at her. From his angle, he could see the tip of her white nose. The thin sweater fell on her back, outlining the girl's slender spine. Her black hair hung down, carrying the fragrance of shampoo.

Cute, cute.

Fu Yangxi's Adam's apple bobbed. His heart felt as if it was being swept by her long hair, numbing and itching.

Mingxi's fingers that were opening the box curled up imperceptibly. She stared at the silhouette of Fu Yangxi's shadow in front of her and felt the masculine scent and hot body behind her.

His black down jacket was unzipped, and the scent of dry pine wafted into her nose. Warmth enveloped her from head to toe.

Mingxi felt a little dizzy and was also very stiff.

If it was in the past, when she didn't realize that she liked him, she could still be open and aboveboard in everything she did to get close to him.

However, once he noticed it, he felt as guilty as a little mouse stealing oil from a lamp.

Her whole body was so stiff and strange, would he find out that she liked him?

Mingxi's heart jumped to her throat.

She hurriedly dodged to the side and got out from under his bent body.

Mingxi's actions were a little comical. She staggered and almost fell, but Fu Yangxi caught her.

But in this atmosphere where the air was filled with stiff and scorching factors, the two couldn't care so much.

Fu Yangxi hurriedly let go of her wrist. Her ears turned red, and she turned her head to look elsewhere. She did not know where to look, and finally, her gaze landed on the ceiling. "The ceiling, the color is not bad."

Mingxi: "…"

Fu Yangxi stuttered, "Then, then I'll leave first."

Is he leaving just like that?

Mingxi looked down. "… Okay."

Fu Yangxi said that he wanted to leave, but he looked at Zhao Mingxi and did not move at all.

Mingxi licked her dry lips and looked up at him. Her gaze landed on the shadow on his handsome brow bone, but she did not rush him.

The atmosphere became awkward again.

…