"That young master's wish will definitely come true."
Wu Su Su looked down at Jiang Lin from above. Her toes were less than half a body-length away from him, while her chest seemed almost pressed against his. It was as if only air and dust could squeeze between them.
The warm, moist breeze of the woman's voice brushed against Jiang Lin's chin, while the faint, quiet fragrance of orchids lingered around the tip of his nose.
"Th-thank you for your auspicious words, miss..."
Daring not to look Wu Su Su in the eyes, Jiang Lin turned his head away, cold sweat beading faintly on his forehead. For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that Su Su's words carried a hidden meaning.
He even felt that the tenderness in Wu Su Su's eyes was growing richer. Her little feet, clad in Embroidered Shoes, moved slightly forward again, her toes lightly lifting as her delicate head tilted up. Her cherry-pink lips glimmered with a faint sheen.
Bad!
Jiang Lin shouted inwardly that something was wrong!
Su Su was about to kiss him!
"Miss."
Just as the situation grew more and more perilous, Jiang Lin retreated half a step and clasped Wu Su Su's slender, soft shoulder with his broad palm.
"It is getting late. Please head up the mountain, miss."
Wu Su Su froze slightly, a flash of disappointment passing through her eyes.
Jiang Lin even thought he saw a possessive desire in her eyes, forcefully suppressed!
That desire was like the yearning in the heart of a domineering female CEO after being rejected—only growing more intense, tinged with faint unwillingness, the sort that refused to stop until it got what it wanted.
"Mm, the young master is right."
In the end, Wu Su Su merely curved her eyes into a