When Tang Mulin stepped out of her home, her face was as red as an apple.
It wasn't until she got into the elevator, which filled with more people, and the awkward embarrassment in her heart gradually subsided, that she realized her hand was being held by Chu Jinnian.
She tried to pull away, but she couldn't get free, so Tang Mulin looked up to glare at Chu Jinnian.
"Sugar..."
Chu Jinnian lowered his head slightly, his lips near her ear, "If you keep avoiding me, I don't mind kissing you until you agree."
Tang Mulin: ...
From the corner of her eye, she could see several French people in the elevator, who probably didn't understand what Chu Jinnian had said.
But that feeling of embarrassment just wouldn't dissipate.
They left the building hand in hand, just as they ran into the butler on the first floor.
"Hi, Chu..."
The butler's gaze fell on the hands Chu Jinnian and Tang Mulin were holding and he smiled, "Have you finally found your sugar cube?"
