Qingyao took in Lan Yuan's ever-changing expression and knew in her heart that he was furious at the moment. However, she seemed to completely ignore Lan Yuan's gloomy face. She moved her lotus steps lightly and blocked Lan Yuan's way, forcing him back into the elevator. The group of people behind her seemed to be ignored by her.
She stood on tiptoe slightly, opened her red lips, and let her warm breath brush against Lan Yuan's ears gently. She asked softly, "A Yuan, have you been practicing your skills well during this period?" The voice was soft and gentle, but like a sharp hook, it penetrated straight into Lan Yuan's heart and easily disturbed his heart.
When Lan Yuan heard Qingyao's gentle yet thorny words, his face instantly became covered with dark clouds, so deep that it seemed as if ink could drip out of it.
In his eyes, anger and shame burned together. His originally deep eyes now seemed like two dark holes, swallowing up the light around them. His teeth were clenched, his cheeks bulged slightly, and his strong jaw was stretched tight, as if he was trying his best to restrain the emotions that were about to burst out.
The subordinates behind Lan Yuan were struck by lightning when they heard Qing Yao's straightforward and joking words. They hurriedly lowered their heads and avoided her gaze, wishing they could become invisible and disappear in this awkward atmosphere.
Some people's cheeks flushed red, as if burned by the words; some people had beads of sweat on their foreheads, their fingers unconsciously tugged at the corners of their clothes, and silently prayed in their hearts that this storm would calm down quickly and not harm innocent people like themselves.
Qingyao witnessed Lan Yuan's utterly awful expression, yet she showed no fear, and in fact intensified it. She leaned closer to him again, her soft hair brushing against his cheek. The orchid-like scent lingered in his ear again, and she whispered softly, "Try again sometime. Let me see if your technique has improved." She blew a gentle, warm, teasing breath, her eyes still gleaming with amusement and undisguised curiosity, as if completely oblivious to Lan Yuan's flailing rage.
There was a loud bang in Lan Yuan's ears, and his rationality was instantly overwhelmed by anger. He suddenly swung a punch, and the wind from the fist whistled towards Qingyao.
Qingyao was as agile as a civet cat. She gently dodged to the side and raised her hand, accurately grasped Lan Yuan's wrist, and twisted it.
Lan Yuan felt a powerful force coming from him, and he tried to break free, but he couldn't move. The small elevator space had become their battlefield, and the subordinates around them huddled together in fear, not daring to breathe.
Qingyao pressed forward step by step, pushing Lan Yuan to the corner of the elevator. Her hands held Lan Yuan's arms tightly like iron clamps. Their bodies were almost pressed together, and they could hear each other's breathing.
Lan Yuan's eyes were wide open with anger, and his chest was heaving violently, but Qing Yao looked calm, and there was even a hint of pride in his eyes.
Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Qingyao suddenly moved closer to Lan Yuan, with a fiery and unbridled flame burning in her eyes. Before Lan Yuan could react, she had already resolutely kissed his lips.
The air in the elevator seemed to freeze in an instant, leaving only Qingyao's warm and domineering aura.
Lan Yuan's eyes widened instantly, anger and shock surging in his eyes. His body instinctively wanted to resist, but Qingyao pressed him tightly in the corner, unable to move.
Qingyao's kiss was unquestionably aggressive. She narrowed her eyes slightly, immersed in this crazy situation she had created, as if everything around her had turned into nothingness, only the person in front of her and her heartbeat at the moment were real and perceptible.
The atmosphere in the elevator instantly became extremely tense. Lan Yuan's subordinates were all stunned by this sudden and shocking scene.
But in the blink of an eye, as if driven by the same force, they all turned around and faced the blushing scene.
Their eyes frantically searched for the focus on the elevator wall. Some of their ears were red as if blood could drip out; some were so nervous that their necks were stiff, they dared not breathe, and their bodies trembled slightly due to excessive discomfort. They just hoped that this embarrassing moment would pass away like a shooting star.
Lan Yuan was trapped in the corner of the elevator, his body pinned down by Qingyao, his arms clenched painfully. But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from Qingyao's grip. His eyes instantly ignited with rage, their gaze like sharp arrows, piercing Qingyao's face, seemingly burning two holes in her otherwise calm expression.
Veins bulged on his forehead, and his temples throbbed, each beat accompanied by a surge of anger and unwillingness. His breathing was rapid and heavy, spraying on Qingyao's face, but it failed to make her retreat in the slightest.
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