The delicate white hand formed a fist in the air, Qin Yiren gently knocked on Chu Xinian's door, wondering if his work had finished yet.
The temperature in the hallway was a bit lower compared to the air-conditioned room.
Qin Yiren sneezed with her hand hanging down, standing in front of the door for a minute, always waiting without hearing Chu Xinian opening the door.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt inexplicable panic in her heart, prompting her to knock on Chu Xinian's door again: "Chu Xinian, are you there?"
"...I'm here."
Behind her, the man effortlessly picked her up horizontally, helplessly asking: "You again, running around dressed like this."
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, Qin Yiren raised her hand to hook his neck, suddenly realizing that her distressed feelings stemmed from the continuation of a nightmare.
