The elevator doors slid open without a sound, and cold, white light poured out, illuminating the hallway of the 19A floor.
Li Zhi was the first to step into the elevator, her head slightly lowered. A faint blush from being caught remained on her cheeks, but it was mostly hidden by the cold expression she forced onto her face.
She tightly gripped the two cans of hot milk her father had handed her.
The sensation at her fingertips vividly reminded her of the warmth in the stairwell that had been so abruptly snatched away—and the mortification of her father catching her in that secret moment of indulgence.
Shen Yuan followed closely behind her, his steps slightly unsteady.
He hardly dared to look at Li Zhi, his gaze drifting over the elevator's bright metal walls. He felt like he was being roasted over a fire.
Old Li's all-knowing, see-it-all-but-say-nothing smile was like a physical brand on his back, making him uncomfortable all over.
