Ah Da's heart trembled, and her breath was instantly taken away. The man's tall and broad figure felt like a mountain bearing down on her, and her calves seemed to be filled with lead, rendering her unable to move.
She could only watch as Qin Yu extended a large hand from beside her, his fingers long. He grasped the door handle and turned it to the right, producing a "click," and the door opened.
"Aren't you going in?"
"Go ahead."
Qin Yu's voice was as clear as wine, a low voice coming from above her head, especially provocative in the silent night.
A thrill like electricity passed through Ah Da's spine, causing her ears to turn pink, and her gaze inadvertently drifted to his wrist, which he exposed by rolling up his sleeves—his wrist was fair, robust, with seductively bulging blue veins visible.
He seemed to never wear any accessories, nothing on his wrists nor neck, and especially not on his ears.
"Not going in?"
The voice came from above again.
