Chapter 3 Embrace

She had only gotten halfway through her sentence when he reached out his hand. “If you don’t mind—” The implication was clear.

Song Mi had intended to say she needed to lean against the elevator wall; otherwise, if she collapsed and fell, the elevator might just plummet. But since he had offered, she didn’t hesitate. Slowly, she extended her hand toward him. “Do you usually carry a pen with you?”

“For what?” The man’s voice was calm and indifferent.

The moment she grasped his arm, her body felt lighter, some of the tension dissipating. Song Mi tried to adjust her mood. “Just in case… maybe I should write my will on Attorney Wen’s shirt?”

Her tone softened at the end, laced with a playful teasing.

Wen Yanli was silent.

The pressure in her chest was growing unbearable. Song Mi’s mind was starting to buzz, and she instinctively wanted to say something to distract herself. “Still, having a talented young lawyer like you accompany me to an untimely end doesn’t seem so bad after all!”

Again, Wen Yanli was silent.

Song Mi simply laughed, but she knew her laugh was hollow.

Her symptoms of oxygen deprivation were steadily worsening.

Wen Yanli could feel her anxiety too—the hand gripping his arm was not only icy cold but damp with sweat.

“Miss Song, are you from Jinzhou?” he tried to make conversation.

But before she could answer, there came a sudden double jolt: “Clang—Clang!” A terrifying shudder and a sudden sensation of weightlessness struck at once. Song Mi instinctively reached out with her other hand, only to clutch at empty air.

By the time she realized what had happened, she was already sitting on the floor.

In those brief seconds, she collided into a solid embrace—the man had pulled her over, holding her tightly. “Don’t be afraid!”

Feeling the man’s heartbeat and body warmth, she managed to calm herself, her erratic breathing evening out.

“It’s good that it’s moving,” his deep, steady voice sounded above her head. “Someone should be here soon.”

But just as he finished speaking, the elevator jolted to another abrupt stop!

Immediately, the emergency lighting flickered on, illuminating the control panel.

Both of them focused on steadying their breath.

Neither realized that, unconsciously, they were holding each other even tighter.

When she finally caught her breath, Song Mi’s voice was trembling. “Attorney Wen?”

Wen Yanli was half-kneeling on the floor, her arms locked tightly around his waist. In the dim emergency light, his gaze fell on the top of her head. “Yes?”

Song Mi laughed again. “We’re really in this together, aren’t we?”

But Wen Yanli was momentarily distracted. He recognized the faint fragrance at her hairline—it wasn’t any kind of perfume, but more likely shampoo or hair oil. It reminded him of gardenias, but was even fresher.

“Mm.” Feeling the weight of her body almost hanging on him, he quickly pulled his thoughts back, lips curving slightly. “Quite an adrenaline rush.”

Something fluttered in Song Mi’s chest.

She remembered the first time she spotted him in a bar; she’d been drawn to his striking Eastern features and incredible physique. Later experience had only proved her intuition right—her eye for quality was impeccable, even if she’d never had much experience.

She hadn’t expected that, beyond his looks and strength, he possessed such calm composure in the face of danger.

What a shame she was destined to have no future.

Otherwise, meeting a man like this, she really should have set the world on fire with him, no holds barred.

So what if he was shrewd and a little dangerous?

She wasn’t looking for marriage, didn’t want his future—when it came to pleasure and desire, satisfaction was enough.

“…Are you two all right in there?”