Shen Jianian, like a startled rabbit, frantically sprang up from Fu Jichen's embrace, her feet landing on the ground tingling and nearly causing her to fall.
Fu Jichen supported her by the lower back: "So skittish."
The man's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a faint hint of laughter.
Shen Jianian didn't pay attention to what he said, lowering her head to straighten her clothes and hair, her face burning hot as if pressed with a branding iron. This searing heat spread all the way to her earlobes and neck.
Once she calmed down a bit, Fu Jichen cleared his throat and said, "Come in."
Zhu Yilan, who had been waiting outside for a long time, pushed the door open with one hand, holding a folder in her arms. She hesitated for a moment upon seeing Shen Jianian inside, but soon returned to normal.
"I'll leave now." Shen Jianian felt like she was on fire, speaking quickly, and without waiting for Fu Jichen to respond, she stepped out.
"Wait."
