He hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
A long, well-proportioned male hand, with distinct knuckles and a sense of strength, accidentally touched his as they both reached for the first page of his resume.
Xiao Shou slowly raised his head and saw the exceedingly handsome face of a man. His eyes widened instantly, his heart thumped wildly, and his hand sprang away as if burned.
This was a moment for an internal monologue.
How can there be such a handsome man in the world?
What's wrong with my heart? Why is it beating so fast?
The man picked up the first page of his resume, glanced at the photo on it, then looked at Xiao Shou, whose face was flush and who was staring at him intently, and dropped the remark, "Better looking than the picture."
He placed the resume back in his hands.
The elevator doors slowly closed, ascending upwards.
