Yan Rouxi was stunned. One second, she was falling, and the next, she was sitting on his lap.
Her breath hitched. The warmth of his body seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, his chest firm beneath her palms. A sharp scent of cedarwood and something darker like spice wrapped around her, making it impossible to ignore just how close they were.
Her eyes widened in horror, and she immediately pushed against his chest. "Let go!"
Gu Yixuan's fingers flexed around her waist, his grip firm, unyielding. A slow, almost lazy smirk played on his lips, but his dark eyes… they held something else. Something unreadable. Amusement? Possession? She wasn't sure, but it sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine.
"I said, let go!" she shouted, struggling harder.
