"Phew, thank you so much just now." Lin Miaoke, having breathed a sigh of relief, thanked Xiaofan with her face flushed.
"Hmm? You're welcome." Xiaofan fully enjoyed the fragrance emanating from the policewoman beside him, and in the glittering hall, holding her like this was definitely a pleasure.
"I didn't expect you to be quite clever." Reflecting back, it was all thanks to this young man.
"You said it, I was scared to death just now." Xiaofan feigned panic as he spoke.
"Then why are you still holding me?" Lin Miaoke finally realized. She had been held by him all the way downstairs until now, without him letting go.
"Ah? Oh, sorry, it was too comfortable, and I momentarily forgot."
"You, you brat." Lin Miaoke playfully rebuked, but without real anger. After all, Xiaofan was just like a little brother in her eyes, unlike other hypocritical men.
