"Senior..."
Zhou Fan froze for a moment. He had never expected Xia Qingran to throw herself straight into his arms.
He could feel how soft the delicate body in his arms was.
Her faint fragrance lingered around his nose.
So fragrant, so soft.
Xia Qingran wrapped both arms around him, holding him tight, so very tight.
She was afraid that if she let go, she would discover this was nothing but a dream.
So she had to hold on tightly and never let go.
Zhou Fan let her hold him like that, feeling the softness pressed against his chest.
"Senior, you're holding me a little too tight. I can barely breathe." After being held for a while, Zhou Fan finally couldn't help speaking up.
Being held like this did feel quite comfortable.
But Xia Qingran really was holding him a little too tight.
He was having trouble breathing.
Hearing that, Xia Qingran finally came to her senses and hurriedly released him.
She moved quickly, immediately taking several steps back after letting go of Zhou Fan to put some distance between them.
Her cheeks were rosy pink, like freshly ripened tomatoes in a field, with an enticing quality that made anyone who saw them want to take a bite.
"Xiaofan, I'm just glad you made it back safely..." Xia Qingran suppressed her emotions, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible.
Even she hadn't expected to get so worked up just now... and throw herself straight into Zhou Fan's arms.
That behavior was completely out of character for her.
When she saw Zhou Fan, her mind had simply gone blank, and somehow she had ended up doing that.
Anyone else she hugged like that could easily have gotten the wrong idea.
But Zhou Fan probably wouldn't.
After all, he was